Wednesday, 23 March 2011
Eight Pieces Of Broken Poetry
virgin mint dentistry
alpine pandemonium
money hair harmonious
limits of lineament & ligament
bamboo buddha dazzle
rocket crockery
indigenous cavern vertigo
rat star
alpine pandemonium
money hair harmonious
limits of lineament & ligament
bamboo buddha dazzle
rocket crockery
indigenous cavern vertigo
rat star
Thursday, 17 March 2011
Friday, 25 February 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
Lilt
Those cone combed faerie folk, swinging
from the chandeliers again, thinly cultured,
parasitically drunk on foam fume foam
and ragged pop,
I take a torch to them!
I take a torch to them! -
mad egg that I am –
and scatter and evolve my way
through bucketloads of DMT,
pinioned on an oozing pineal gland.
We have the zest! - And the
s-q-u-a-s-h pip puck sucking energy target, Wee Willie Winkie’s
eyeball to brain overheard a woman,
talking to a man,
the sweetest whisper in the slipsky
night. Open tear ducts to
champagne and let the love monkeys
feast the relevant scientific data,
leafy canopies, jungle berries,
squashed ginseng energy drinks
propped on beachy
health trends. In my
room, I’m swift to ignore the wind-down
sprite jerks juiced on play junk
from the juice yard. Terence had a zinger
that he bought from Dr Leary twice
the price and sold to me as
untamed shamanism.
from the chandeliers again, thinly cultured,
parasitically drunk on foam fume foam
and ragged pop,
I take a torch to them!
I take a torch to them! -
mad egg that I am –
and scatter and evolve my way
through bucketloads of DMT,
pinioned on an oozing pineal gland.
We have the zest! - And the
s-q-u-a-s-h pip puck sucking energy target, Wee Willie Winkie’s
eyeball to brain overheard a woman,
talking to a man,
the sweetest whisper in the slipsky
night. Open tear ducts to
champagne and let the love monkeys
feast the relevant scientific data,
leafy canopies, jungle berries,
squashed ginseng energy drinks
propped on beachy
health trends. In my
room, I’m swift to ignore the wind-down
sprite jerks juiced on play junk
from the juice yard. Terence had a zinger
that he bought from Dr Leary twice
the price and sold to me as
untamed shamanism.
Monday, 14 February 2011
It's All Happening!
A conversation between myself and Jim Murdoch at Jim's blog, The Truth About Lies. Plus, a profile of yours truly at the Salt Blog, promoting the Crawshaw Prize. It's all happening!
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
Oceanic Poems
hauling dolphins over islands
*
disc fuss
*
hover flyover
*
out with out consulting her
*
honey tree bee
*
sea
shore
shop
*
beetroot copulation
*
drawn from the dream pool
*
disc fuss
*
hover flyover
*
out with out consulting her
*
honey tree bee
*
sea
shore
shop
*
beetroot copulation
*
drawn from the dream pool
Thursday, 13 January 2011
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
Saturday, 8 January 2011
Friday, 7 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
6 Short 'O' Poems
Glory or or glory.
Open arms
hold up
in
His gone protects you.
No more but also -
What mode amid dim nor dead.
fear four fear four
Open arms
hold up
in
His gone protects you.
No more but also -
What mode amid dim nor dead.
fear four fear four
Sunday, 2 January 2011
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