Wednesday 29 December 2010
Monday 27 December 2010
Tuesday 7 December 2010
Wednesday 1 December 2010
Tuesday 30 November 2010
Saturday 27 November 2010
Wednesday 24 November 2010
Friday 19 November 2010
Thursday 18 November 2010
Tuesday 16 November 2010
Monday 8 November 2010
Tuesday 2 November 2010
Monday 1 November 2010
Tuesday 26 October 2010
Friday 22 October 2010
A Poem as Quick as the Government Cutz
What a slough! - Kill Pol Pot,
Or Hitler, or George Osborne (keep reading),
that frigid Anti-Christ and slavering
Beast -
100% kidz, 100%! -
Ice & lapdog drool
All over
My epiphany!
My eternity!
Slogged off guts of dead dog
cutscutscut & kiss a cunt
& say g%dnight "children"
GOODNIGHT!
The cat is in the bag
Is in da mouse is in Da House
& I'll sleep, petal,
I'll sleep
With the efficiency of the
German moto trade
Turning tricks
On Chinese nuts
(My freakin epiphany!!!
All over Chinese nuts
(Ran into a French rioter the
Other day,
Said better off dead
Than fed a bunch of
Munch/truncheon
Pour le petit dejeuner.
(Just kidding, George - you're GORGEOUS!)
2011
2012
TICK
TICK
TICK
THE END!
Or Hitler, or George Osborne (keep reading),
that frigid Anti-Christ and slavering
Beast -
100% kidz, 100%! -
Ice & lapdog drool
All over
My epiphany!
My eternity!
Slogged off guts of dead dog
cutscutscut & kiss a cunt
& say g%dnight "children"
GOODNIGHT!
The cat is in the bag
Is in da mouse is in Da House
& I'll sleep, petal,
I'll sleep
With the efficiency of the
German moto trade
Turning tricks
On Chinese nuts
(My freakin epiphany!!!
All over Chinese nuts
(Ran into a French rioter the
Other day,
Said better off dead
Than fed a bunch of
Munch/truncheon
Pour le petit dejeuner.
(Just kidding, George - you're GORGEOUS!)
2011
2012
TICK
TICK
TICK
THE END!
Sunday 3 October 2010
Saturday 25 September 2010
Fertility Verse
Scoop organism
from cheek smudge
mother spit
against depression
in purple veined
boiler suit (sundae
sackcloth virgin).
She proffers twice
the meat
she blanches
head boiled
to a velvet
top hat cocked
between her
peach pink thighs.
The crush of
clouds her squint
fells trees &
scrapes the prickly
plant spine thrust
in maturation.
Lick her
belly flat
& soundless
coil a sweet
voluptuous palm
where divination
smirks like
childless pottery.
from cheek smudge
mother spit
against depression
in purple veined
boiler suit (sundae
sackcloth virgin).
She proffers twice
the meat
she blanches
head boiled
to a velvet
top hat cocked
between her
peach pink thighs.
The crush of
clouds her squint
fells trees &
scrapes the prickly
plant spine thrust
in maturation.
Lick her
belly flat
& soundless
coil a sweet
voluptuous palm
where divination
smirks like
childless pottery.
Thursday 23 September 2010
Saturday 11 September 2010
Monday 6 September 2010
Thursday 2 September 2010
Tuesday 31 August 2010
Monday 30 August 2010
Friday 27 August 2010
Monday 23 August 2010
Friday 13 August 2010
Kelvingrove
Ma heid's fu ae letters
waukin through this park
the skirl ae the pipes
washin it clean so's
the letters fly up tae the sky
blue sky poems curlin
at the edges fur the
glories ae the nation.
Wednesday 11 August 2010
Sunday 8 August 2010
Wednesday 4 August 2010
Monday 2 August 2010
Swan Vedanta
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Saturday 31 July 2010
Thursday 22 July 2010
Monday 19 July 2010
Saturday 17 July 2010
Notes on a Joseph Beuys Exhibition
1.
earth berth fat felt,
& blood & shit & semen;
electrical code crack crust company
for the belly of a pregnant doe.
stag lilt,
recovery breath,
to name my saviour hourly.
maul
the pulse
of air
as snake
entrance.
2.
chair
sound pump peace
art salmon
groundnut.
earth berth fat felt,
& blood & shit & semen;
electrical code crack crust company
for the belly of a pregnant doe.
stag lilt,
recovery breath,
to name my saviour hourly.
maul
the pulse
of air
as snake
entrance.
2.
chair
sound pump peace
art salmon
groundnut.
Friday 16 July 2010
Wednesday 14 July 2010
Magpies
Here's one of only a handful of poems I wrote between the ages of 20 and 30 (when I was otherwise engaged in the poetic art of survival). It's a prose poem, written before I knew what a prose poem really was, and I present it now, some 15 years later, because of an renewed interest in the archetypal images of Kundalini awakening it draws upon, at a time when the effects of that awakening are still being worked through with a heightened sense of wonder, awe and hope in the mysterious processes involved. Hope you enjoy it:
A thousand magpies were sent up from the earth and broke her crust and dispersed. And one broken winged magpie flew on a crow's back to a house where a girl received it and cooked it and ate it. She ate it and fell ill and saw, that night, in her delirium, the vision of a thousand magpies launched into the world.
And one magpie flew to a river rock where it absorbed the sound of the water’s roar and carried it, in its throat, to the sea. Returning to the rock, returning the water’s roar, the magpie was drowned by a sudden surge of the indignant swell.
The dead bird floated downstream until it was washed up on a bank where a boy fished. Instantly, four crows came from the four corners and lifted the magpie in their wings and flew off, returning the bird to the fountain of the girl's dream, where she received it and held it and transformed it into a thousand living bluebirds.
A thousand magpies were sent up from the earth and broke her crust and dispersed. And one broken winged magpie flew on a crow's back to a house where a girl received it and cooked it and ate it. She ate it and fell ill and saw, that night, in her delirium, the vision of a thousand magpies launched into the world.
And one magpie flew to a river rock where it absorbed the sound of the water’s roar and carried it, in its throat, to the sea. Returning to the rock, returning the water’s roar, the magpie was drowned by a sudden surge of the indignant swell.
The dead bird floated downstream until it was washed up on a bank where a boy fished. Instantly, four crows came from the four corners and lifted the magpie in their wings and flew off, returning the bird to the fountain of the girl's dream, where she received it and held it and transformed it into a thousand living bluebirds.
Monday 12 July 2010
Tuesday 6 July 2010
Tuesday 29 June 2010
Monday 28 June 2010
Saturday 26 June 2010
Monday 21 June 2010
Tuesday 15 June 2010
Tuesday 8 June 2010
Wednesday 2 June 2010
Friday 28 May 2010
Tuesday 25 May 2010
Saturday 22 May 2010
Friday 21 May 2010
Wednesday 19 May 2010
Wednesday 5 May 2010
Tuesday 4 May 2010
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