Jumbo Cherry ( A Work In Progress ) |
Jumbo Cherry(WORK IN PROGRESS)
An Ideal
Jumbo Cherry : The flagship of a crumbled down rotten world. It flew fast.
Joe bulbous-eyed tiptoed high on crusty toes into the thinning layers of burning, b...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 13:45:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 9 and the wrapping around me My Mother and I |
"Waiter at 48!"
He had no idea of the sleepless havoc he caused amongst the swirling orbit of my blood red gushing tumour. Thankfully he got his due. Dismissed for his poor workmanship. I am still chu...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:08:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 8 |
The lady at Deansgate wasn't too forthcoming about getting last night's copy out of the stack to present to my eager waiting. I must have disturbed her tea break.
I skipped over the zebra crossing. Al...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:07:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 7 |
There was no wake after the funeral. Dylan's mum lived off the centre. Nobody wanted to celebrate such a sadness. So Dylan and myself brought tickets at The Science Museum on Deansgate. Trying to come...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:05:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 6 |
Thunder never cautioned. Bells never rung the head. I am lost. "At the alter I felt guilty." Brain tried to explain the situation to me as we lay in bed after having sex. "When the preacher made me pr...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:05:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 5 |
Subscribing and submitting to many poetry magazines. One based in Bury accepted much of my work. They sent out a complimentary copy to me as reward/payment. The two female editors who were the proprie...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:01:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 4 |
Doris and her boyfriend came over for her meal in my top floor bed sit. He worked in the first 'Virgin' shop on the Oxford Road. I made cauliflower cheese. I managed to serve the dish almost raw. The ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 13:00:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 3 |
"I am mentally sick."
He replied. "No you're not."
Doctor Mendes became a counselling session for me and I continued to rant telling him there could be no turning back, caged much longer than life. Wo...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:59:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 2 |
London reigned the gay capital of the world in the swinging sixties just about the right place for a right sixteen year old boy like me about to experiment with the forbidden fruit of homosexuality. O...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:57:00 GMT |
The Breaking Bit part 1 |
Part 6
The Breaking Bit
Breaking out and Breaking down and Breaking up.
Breaking, breaking&.torn across the universe, like a squashed mole nobody loves, my lips froze onto the wall of the farmyard- ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:56:00 GMT |
