I do not need another slice of cake, my stomach just won’t take it, and don’t give me any custard, it brings me out in spots. I do not need anything spicy or bland or hot or frozen. I will eat anything shoved under my nose, if its cooked, So make sure that it’s not…
Month: April 2020
Apr29
Purity is our goal. We unpick the firebase of society And flutter our way into the experience. Assimilate, interface and obfuscate. Our reptilian hive brain, LinkedIn via viscous, snivelling helplessness, Absurd degrees of separation, and insidiousness Is an insipid, unearthly, professional community. We didn’t place Earth on our Tripit Without an arrogant expectation. We are…
Apr28
My name isn’t Gordon and I’m not an alcoholic. I didn’t grow up in Manchester. I don’t have two sisters. They didn’t get married to the wrong types. I never played until dusk in concrete playgrounds banked on all sides by overbearing high rises and yelling mothers. I never got abuse from my drug dealing…
Apr27
Sonnet XII I would assault the night and break the dawn; I would capture the Sun to keep its shine; I would accede as sacrificial pawn; I would redefine the Gods’ grand design; I would force the wind to change direction; I would repulse the unrelenting sea; I would fill the void with your reflection…
Apr26
Education didn’t work, I was always a lost cause. like the shepherd-less flock, I needed love, but when it came survival instinct kicked in and I managed to evade it, resist it. I became feral was raised by wolves in the drum ‘n’ bass streets with a soundtrack of balloons, baggies or teenths. Leave me…
Apr25
Storm Fumbling from the dark, Larkin-like, I squint at the flickering framed by the fidgeting curtains: An omen? A lone wolf silhouetted against a blood moon. The wild west wind creaks me like an unsecured door And I let go. It bursts me open and I am unhinged. Further on, the howling bluster scrapes together…
Apr24
She loves clothes but never gets to wear them out these days. They still hang deep in denial deep in recession in black hole chaos. They are castaways searching for Friday longing for sailing ship spotlight sun to light them. And then she’ll strut the catwalks on the glossy front-pages in her dreams of endless…
Apr23
Sonnet XI So, how about a fitting lock-down sonnet? Invoke William Shakespeare and St. George? It must be clean, so put some covers on it. It must be steel from finest Sheffield forge. It must be grand in image and in wit. It must make humble medics chests inflate. It must have characters that really…
Apr22
Happiness would be the quenched coal-fired power stations too late It’s could be the black heart oil well capped receding regretfully overdue It will be skeletal fingers provoking division cascade to run away to midnight All who see him will fear the deliverance he brings crashing All who hear his silent call will fall into…
Apr21
Chai The leaf! Sacked just in time. Bitter blends that yield from the flushing tips that familiar favour. Mashed, smashed and balanced, maybe ever so slightly tippled, but tastefully prepared, observantly compliant to ISO3103 (audited numerous times). Breathing spring tea. Scoop Whisks to bowl, from caddy mixed, The clothed creation. Ahh, tea! A steaming cup,…