come get a mortgage. |
houses built from cardboard
with garages stuck on,
you're a bunch of silly feckers and
you're all being conned.
but never mind that!
come get a mortgage,
dance the barret way, not
built for tomorrow, ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 13:13:00 GMT |
lucid thought. |
awareness tastes
like wild strawberries,
mini-nebulas exploding
in your mouth.
neon bright-saturated
scarlet eclipsed in
crimson (like)
sweet tart truth.
Posted by on Tue, 20 May 2008 12:18:00 GMT |
badgers cave; a summer excavation. |
stone liquid stalagtite,
encrustated gray white
and charcoal black.
drip blip plink, a
millenium an
inch.
calcite straw points
to dark deep
clay bed wherein
buried treasure lies.
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 01:49:00 GMT |
love tugs. |
love tugs against
responsibility
love tugs.
is love strong enough
to overcome?
no one knows.
love tugs on
chains of guilt,
love struggles with
self pity.
is love strong enough
to overcome?
no ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 01:42:00 GMT |
is this self-awareness? |
my anger and frustration lead
to my self-devaluation,
to degradation, lethargy,
and sloth,
by sitting, smoking, thinking,
procrastinating,
and drinking,
i get to the place where i
don't give a toss.
...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 01:15:00 GMT |
on being asked to write a poem about claire. |
when i thought about claire i thought
about my sister and i thought about
those other sisters;
the poor claires.
and i remembered a time from
when i was small when i
would visit that quiet building
be...
Posted by on Thu, 15 May 2008 01:00:00 GMT |
englands self-image |
a couple of years ago there was a fairly robust debate concerning the nature of 'englishness', various luminaries, including paxman and clarkson, weighed in with books. this is my take on it.....From ...
Posted by on Mon, 12 May 2008 02:32:00 GMT |
good luck. |
he was sad,so was she,
miserable misery.
both blamed both,
both blamed the other,
so they went taking
separate lovers.
honeymoon happy, honeymoon glad,
soon gave way to
rebound sad,
both looked back...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 11:19:00 GMT |
blarney spring; a pastoral. |
evening chorus,
and the small small birds sing more sweetly
than the bigger. i roam
in the gloaming
with sammy the dog.
trees, grass, and the
beginings of flowers,
no slog; easy walking,
man and dog t...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 10:53:00 GMT |
autumn |
hard-won contentment
at lay
on the couch,
fledges fly through duck-egg
sky, eveningtime; the poet
cogitates, considering numinosity
far surpassing the masters
of yore.
aglee is he, rhapsodising
respon...
Posted by on Fri, 09 May 2008 10:38:00 GMT |
