swoosh smell swoosh |
Explosions of light onto light bursting water dropletshang without gravitationflorescent hairy coconutshairy florescent coconuts and flamboyant pineapplesdoused in guava juice sing in tripletsof angel...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Fri, 18 Apr 2008 08:28:00 PST |
Two fingerd Salute |
What does this mad world have to offer me
In this short hour of surveillance 'n sadness,
Whenever I build a small contempt nest
And display my fading colour for thee?
Taking my manhood and ad...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Tue, 15 Apr 2008 07:51:00 PST |
Frantic |
Holding my cards close to my heartExposes my body-language As I shoe-gaze my way down the street.With my hand fiddling coinage In my pocket, I contemplateA lucozade and cigarettes.Perhaps a chicken fi...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 08:34:00 PST |
Stop talking to yourself. (therapy) - a lot of waffle. |
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Stop talking to yourself Michael.
Endless quests&&no bang bang bang,Just more monkey Court JestersWith vampire fangs Sucking the passion And taking my soul, I can't fathom logical thought.M...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:33:00 PST |
Too Ill |
I am too ill to fall in line.
I am too ill to bother to mind
Whether or not I bother to rhyme
In time to your harsh metronome.
Yet, too ill to fall out of line,
I succumb and succumb, too,
To your ...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:15:00 PST |
A Refreshing Chemistry |
Open the window latch.
Let's absorb elements
Diffusing with a Math
-ematical reason.
Logic begins t' fragment,
Succumbing t' emotion,
As catalytical
Air breezes through the tent....
Posted by Michael Beckett on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 10:38:00 PST |
Without Words |
During the joyous melancholyThat is Autumn, a self pity Of pathetic indifferenceHas fucked with muse 'n all it's clearence.
Road works on my psyche stifle my tenacity; A sharp tongueis held, by a bite...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 09:21:00 PST |
Parasites |
Will I ever write with careless wit?Will we grow upAnd stop suckling on Earth's tit?What a fuck up - Devouring resource until itFinally ceases.The Haves will back themselvesInto corners, Then they'll ...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Fri, 31 Aug 2007 07:49:00 PST |
Price of freedom? |
I've just thrown a few rants down in a rough form. Enjoy.
Classical columns, geometrical High-rise
Flats, the spherical Waterfront, the regeneration
Of Titanic Quarter an evolving Enterprise
...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 07:05:00 PST |
Parental Lecture to an Aloof Fool |
"Will you get your finger out of your arse?
Extinguish your desire to be the source
The centre, the ignition; listen."
"What? And point it skyward to the heavens?
I rather like feeling sorry...
Posted by Michael Beckett on Fri, 18 May 2007 08:27:00 PST |
