Ode to Jack O’LanternAs darkness falls on towns on hallow e’en, The night that fosters youth to tricks and treats,I spy a child-like coven here convene To hunt and gather sweets from inky streets.Amid the tittle-tattle snickering The impishly costumed menagerieCreep from door-to-door cutely bickering About their monstrous garb imaginary.Their masks and capes broadcast their…
Month: October 2019
Oct30
Bones rapt, in sin and sinew,Skin draped across, like satin,Decorated with ink and scar tissue,Pulled tight into hammer:Weaponized, contained, poised.Flying forth, a synchronised violence.Connection, fusing tissues Like atoms under heat and pressure,Expanding the heat and the bruiseAcross the nose and under the eye,Staring in bloodshot shame,A blame game to tame the lame,Hobbling, like a cripple,Limping…
Oct29
No amount of lying will reveal the nameOf the man reclined in stupor,Imbibing the soot of the baked leaf.Stranger things will happen whenTaking without responsibility.It’s really a question of ethics.Can I? Will I? Should I?I can’t recall… It seems that I’ve slipped.I’ve gone down, upside-down.I’ve taken the boat to no where,A field trip to an…
Oct28
The monkey crossed himselfBefore hesitantly opening his laptop,Scared about what he’d find.He brought up his browserAnd flipped to Google.”How to end it all with a smile…”The results appearedAnd cascaded down his screen.Lost in the mists of advertisingThe monkey was desperate forSome kind of meaning.Google couldn’t provide that,But neither could his life.Slamming the computer shut,The monkey…
Oct27
I wanted to crawl into the screaming nightEscape to the luminous hours of new daysTo retreat from domineering matriarchal fright.I wanted to break the conventional foresightTo escape her lingering shadow in doorways – I wanted to crawl into the screaming night.I wanted to run from her constant oversight,Escape to gloomy streets and grimy alleywaysTo retreat…
Oct26
Yellow like a roaring.Green like a fawning.Red like a sweeping.Blue like a sinking.Purple like an escaping.Pink like a quivering. Hillary Clinton, American Politician, Lawyer, former first lady and Secretary of State of the United States, was born today in 1947. Andrew Motion, English poet and author, Poet Laureate of United Kingdom from 1999-2009, was born…
Oct25
The Sculptor’s TalePlaying the clay sometimes gave him cramp in his hands,but there was more freedom in the mould than in the firing.Days on his own, folding and reshaping the bust of his own head.For a long time he couldn’t shape his own nose, the angle just wasn’t right,the tip too bulbous, the nostrils always…
Oct24
The bar-room contains three distinct types:The first drowning his sorrows,Face masked in whiskey sweat,Facing up to his internal abyssWith a rope and climbing gear,Abseiling deep to gather spiritTo gorge upon.The second pacing his cageAs if locked in a hot car, wilting,The lights burning tight holesUpon his lithe body, And making it all up on the…
Oct23
Did you hear the four winds calling?I thought they whispered on purpose.Their words came floating on the breezeLike fallen leaves on open streams.Did you see the five kings crowned?The pomp of their procession proud.The apparatus of their bombast eclatWith unicorns and lions eating their tails.Did you breach the sixth degree of separation?To experience unity in…
Oct22
I heard a tall tale,As long as a snake.It wound round a benchExpecting mistakes.Well whipped but unread,Inviting disaster.Ignite the debate,Loyal Ringmaster!Naysayers are fawning,Admonishing faith.Gentlemen stumbleTo turn that cold wraith.As readers prepareTo take it all inThey stand up as counted,Remainers can win. Jeff Goldblum, American actor and musician, was born today in 1952. Sir Kingsley Amis,…