Mar31

Sonnet IX But how could her marble skin be so soft? From gentle rock she was chipped, a model Imitating Aphrodite aloft. She was wrapped in stubborn cotton swaddle That clothed her perfect form from prying eyes That ogle, round and sweet, her perfect lie. She’s carved by iron tools to fantasise Her wild dimensions…

Mar30

I saw the future. I painted it on the back of a fag packet. There was enough space, trust me, For emptiness. I got the impression that something was wrong When I saw the sands of time running in reverse. I witnessed each grain of sand defy gravity, Fighting themselves To comfortably settle into the…

Mar29

As croquet continued in utter decorum. The break down and shot were observed In disgust from the window above. Even though no one could see this watcher, They watched all the same. And judged. As dinner was taken in civilized state, The poured white and carved beef Are witnessed from the corner In silent vigil…

Mar28

I’ve not eaten today I decided that nothing would taste nice Everything in the cupboard looked fine But I just wasn’t interested I couldn’t see anything Nothing caught my eye And I have a wandering eye Not unlike the rest of me I’m a wanderer through and through I wandered up to the post office…

Mar27

out of sight an idle cat rolls in the dust pawing at a wind framed seed pod it feels the sun fountain drench it in pixel-points rendering it statuesque another scene lit in midday spotlight the cat flicks its tail to displace a pesky fly intent on bother the clapper board drops on the next…

Mar26 πŸ³β€πŸŒˆ

Gilgamesh arrived, with style and one thumb hooked in his buckle. He rode the Black Bull of God, like it were a white stallion. They were bound To notice him, and they did. But they were confused. They stood in their queue In total shock, scarred, but seemingly expecting him and his entourage. His set…

Mar25

I swear I can’t take another day as a slave And I run around with a cross and turn All the undead back into the grave Perhaps defiance makes us all brave The obscene pictures that are hard to discern. I swear I can’t take another day as a slave Give me just once more…

Mar24

I never managed to reach escape velocity. I was permanently in orbit, right to the end. I circled the drain of the reality seemingly ad infinitum. I joined the space junk clutter. I eventually managed to grapple my pen. I composed upon the card a cute collection of couplets. I composed continually while curving constantly….

Mar23

Fresh days onwards? Each one could be better than those that came before. If you believe in such stuff. This could indicate some kind of journey. Travel. Putting one foot ahead. One best foot forward. It’s stupid really. We could sing a song. Tell a joke. Here’s one I made earlier. A teardrop shaped sculpture….

Mar22 🌊

In the ripple of an arm I mime the future: The stars are our highway. I twist appropriately to angle like a nacelle And surf the caps of engineer’s wet dreams. As silent as the void I now mime, My imitation so clear, Rarotonga was green. Still as the mill pond, waiting to fall to…