Sunday 26 February 2012

Internal Ruptures


The Latch
Cracks
And Internal Jet Fuels
Fire

As Satanic Wisps
Burn
And these Flood Gates
Are Open

An Interal Rupture
A Torrent Of Schism

Changing fancies
Changing Wims
An Ambivalence oiled
 Ego defensive Mechanism

Making sure i never lose
and
Always Win
The one that
Swung An Opening

And a water now formless
Surging
And moving always forward

 An Aqua Fresh Cowboy
Ridinging the Foam From Crazy Horses
On Partially Permeable Aquaeous Sea-Horses

In Matador Slacks
With Endorsments From Nesfaratu's
Soul Reaped Auction

An unforgiving
Modulated Mode of Time And Situation

As water takes many forms so
Does my perspiration

An Icicle in Winter Shards an Ear
And The Warmth of August
 Smartens
whilst my skins breaks and tears

A skin forever cracking
 Like A shock ridden body
Becoming
Hardend and ridged With Fear

And i havent seen the latter
Seem to matter
on Morbid Maidens
Stangnent Minds
become messy and a tatter

Whist they sit with they're hypocrisy
Braiding Hair Corns
From
Fecal Matter

Living Life doing
What they Wilt
 Trying to forget the one that
Weeped Mercury From the Crown
Of A Mad Hatter
Who's Sanity  he Spilt

The one that was lost
The Love
That Sleeped

A Sexed Up Grim Reaper
Reaping Gaia's Purt Tite

An Alice in her own Wonderland
Who Gave up on Love
An Internal Hinterland
Of Fecal Rhetorical Sludge



Thursday 23 February 2012

Tangerine Walkway (The London commute)



The light ahead looks like its
Been filtered through a Cider Receptacle
Or
Wine Bottle

Much like this
Withered Wretch

Who
fights
on

Wind Swept
And
Rain
Drenched
&
Late for the train
again

And on this broken pavement he
does so lightly tred
Whilst
The Moon-reflects
The Tangerine
Walk way
Where
The Street Light
And twilight
inter-Play
and
do so
together
Finely
Affect

In this
polluted atomosphere
His Suit
Now
Saturates
A pallid
Blechead
Orangey Grey
And he is reminded
OF his
Work
and
That
Outside of
mere survival
Time
Spent there
Means
Nothing

He gets to London
And the Light
has changed
now

And
He's Surrounded
By suited commuters
In their Black suits
Waddeling together
Like
Indifferent Penguins

He looks down at his
Own
Suit
To find
No such change

an air of panic
And anxious
tremors
Infuse his
nervous
system

as he looks
around to see
Who has noticed

But no one has noticed

No one is even looking at eachother

I look at these
commuters

I mean really look

and outside
of
the blackness
of their
suits
and
what it means
here
to wear
one

i see nothing

Thursday 16 February 2012

A Murder Of Crows

The Crows Huddle
Together
When the Sand blows
and the Glass Cyclone
Hits
The Murdered
And the Murder
Of
Crows

And as Shrills
And Diamonds Crow
In the
Beak
And
Sparkle
In
their
Eye

But Which Murdered Crow
Does The Murder Conceal Inside

Not One Crow
Dare take flight
From the Murder
Site

And Ride
The Glass Cyclone
All Day and
All Night

And When the Crimson
Dawn
Has
Soaked
Up the Blood
Behind
The Murder

The Murder
Does Vanish
As Does the Murdered

And they
Fly away as
Crows Do

And it Was as if
Nothing
Had occurred
on The Murder Site
Without the Murdered
Without its Day
And without Its Night


Monday 13 February 2012

Burning Bridges

Every man is
An island

Every Bridge Is eventually
Gone

Everyman Seeks
Asylum
In Archipelagos Even ones
With Head-Hunters on

Every Women
Is a Channel

Every Women
Has her tide

Every Island
Gets Flooded
From

Time to Time

Every Man
is An Island

Every Woman
IS a Channell

And The Beach
Is just where
The Dirt Meets the Water

Black Swan

And i tell her to swim on
Over our lake

The Black Swan
Passes by Daffodiles
and Fishing Nets
Over Lilly pads
And Worn Smooth Pebbles

She leaves only a wake for
Me as i watch the sun set in the Ripples
Of the path she left

And
As the ripples Slowly
Dissapate the Become
Still Again

The
Black Swan
Is gone

Our Lake
Looks Bleak
Now and a Winter's Love
Causes Barrier a of impenetrable Ice to form

Protecting
the pond
From the outside

The Pond remains Murky
Dank and Stagnant
By the time Spring has arrived
No fish or Flora survive
And all Animals Leave this wretched place
A place of unrequited Desire
and unfufilled expectacion

By the Summer
The pond has dried up
and is Gone

the Black Swan
Returns
as the Summer Sun
Sets
And lays its Head to rest
On What was The ponds
Bed

The Mud Slowly reclaims
The Black Swan
As she sleeps

and all that is left
is White feathers
And the fact
That it could have been different

Sunday 12 February 2012

Beware of the Monkeys (A Poem for Hannah Woz)

A Poem i write for your travels dear miss
With advice and things to note
Which you may otherwise miss

For starters remember a big hooded jumper
and that a bus journey's ride is best spent in a slumber

Or that Tonic water mixed in your Gin Spiced  drink
Would be a preventative solution
 if into your skin a malarial mosquito's sting does sink

And remember your Visa, Passport and make sure to make photocopies of these
Papers
And beware the Monkeys
And elephants
And log out of facebook to prevent
Internet Cafe Frapers

Also too
 the dreaded "Delhi Belly" which on arrival you can sort
With a Mary Jane Lassi
Or a Yogurt that is
Locally bought

But if this is not remebered and you do get the Shits
Remember Dioralyte soultion
Will replace the Electrolytes that
now float
and linger
In the
Toilet's Dish

Ginger Tea is also good in this case
And perhaps a Mosquito net you could pack too
Within your travel case

But much more than all of this
just have fun

You'll realise that life's Journey is far sweeter under a Blood Red Indian Sun

Ohh yeah jus one last thing i have for you
You should also take alot of pictures
and keep a diary and scrap book too

Realise that you can do whatever,
and be whoever you want to be out there
 but more importantly you must also realise too
That your wicked miss
So just travel as you  :) x


Monday 6 February 2012

http://www.unitebringadish.org.uk/home

Check out this website and realise some people do still care about the idea of diversity, culture and community. :) x

Sunday 5 February 2012

The Gate Remains Open...


Out of The window
The gate is open

She wonders why
And the
Snow leaves
no evidence of tracks
Or disturbance
For her to follow

She thinks it was perhaps
Jack Frost
Sliding along icicle arcs
spun from his
Frozen Loin Cloth

Or perhaps
It was that albino fox
That does
frequent
And leaves the flowers
Urine soaked
And all bent

It could even be
The Gardener Ghost
That died from frost bite
Whenj he was tending
The roses' in the Mote

But the White Veiled Lady
IN the Window
Does not leave her house
And her nightie is water drenched
which she wears at night
To attone her sins for
mortality's immoral plight

The lady inquestion is actually
dead and waits for eternity
 for her lover to return
And close that gate

But she has been there for 200 years
and this snow we see was created
by the coldness of her wanting and tears

Saturday 4 February 2012

Strap on Envy


Every time she gets it out
i mysteriously need to spend
a penny

For i am a man with a foreboding inadequcy
Which goes
by the name
Of

Strap on Envy

Her strap on it is called the

Penetrator

And she prefers my tears
To the satisfaction
That cums with a vibrator

My lovely miss i do
There wonder
Inside her head what dark thoughts there asunder

Perhaps she is a sadistic sex fiend
Who is far less satisfied with love making than
this buggery

She used to have one named
Dave

This was when her
Flower was furry
and she did not shave

But fortunatley she got rid
Of this hideous Member

Despite it was a christmas present
which she got early on the 23rd of December

I once asked her if i could buy a similar
Toy

Her name was Clarice
She was much more
Bold

And once
hasd sex with
A Leprechaun
To find out where he had hid his
Pot of Gold

For Clarice
was a polythene loveer
of sorts

But was bought second hand and
Was used to such carnal sport

So into the bed
Clarice my lady and i  did go
And covered the sheets and ceilings with our
Sexual Matter
in these moments we did find our spiritual benefactor




Sun Starched Kiss


Rays fall down
unseen

until the reflection's of space
are revealed

In

Sun kissed

Sun Starched

sunbeams

A prism

refracts
Defracts
and splits it into parts

A rainbow carousels
the crimson

from apollo's
cart

And this
Sun

Lays
Kisses
That Leave
Marks
of golden and brown flex on
my skin

And the warmth
Of her touch
is Like that of a woman
That has seeped
into your heart through the upper dermis of your skin

But like the
Tan on your skin
And that lady in you heart
They both
 one day will leave


And all that you can remeber in this cold winter
that now endures

Is That summer will come
again


And those

Sun kissed

Sun Starched Sunbeams

Thursday 2 February 2012

The Guilty Chode (Revolting Rhyme Series)

The Man did waddle in
Like a duck through the
Bar he strode

And took an unsuspecting lady back
 with more than coffee in mind to his
Most Modest Abode

For unknown to her
In the tailored garters
Of this
Princely Toad

Hidden and Vulgar
Was an unsightly
Chode

For his nobe was far more

Fat than Long

And bulged from his pelvis
Looking all the more swollen
Than Wrong

But the Lady did take pity on this
Chode-Endowed-Male
And mounted this unfortunate bloke
Like a duty proud Whale

It was because of her guilt
She did jump on
Upon this questionable erection she rode
It didnt take long

And without her guilt she did a hastily Leave
And the
Choded Man
With satisfaction
Did so a
Soundly Sleep





Wednesday 1 February 2012

My Polythene Lover (Revolting Rhyme Series)

She wears Clothes
As if her souls secrets were
ethereal and inscribed on the fabric

And beyond this outer layer
Lies an attention seeking scared
Rabbit

For as much vigor as has her
Superficiality
That she spent too long
On these balmy nights
working on just the wrapping
And forgetting her personality

For how her soul must scream
To cleanse its self from
 fashion and conformity's bitter black hole

What a poor soul's worth
 that values-it's self on
vulgarity's jagged mannequin's doll

While the ugly faced poet
Describes an inner beauty not
Inscribed on his clothes or revealed by his face

My polythene lover is now deflated
And popped in my Bottom Draw

And will live again to breathe with life
 that i give to her with my breath
 as she does inflate

Every time i need her
I Need her little
But
To
Masturbate!