"...fawn-like, strewn and fallen she lays..." |
A recent scrawl:"A dozing bumblebee lopes out from flopping foxgloves as she falls, dress hoisted up around her bony hips, back into the dry grass at the foot of the apple tree. It's boughs bow a...
Posted by on Sun, 03 Aug 2008 16:36:00 GMT |
Peggy Sue |
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en to "Spare Parts."
Speaks for itself. x
Posted by on Thu, 14 Jun 2007 07:26:00 GMT |
Black Book Numero 12 |
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Posted by on Fri, 04 May 2007 06:54:00 GMT |
Quelques semaines/Slight scattering |
Quelques semaines/Slight scattering
A mother-tongue cut in two
Two magpie eyes, darts at you
With a click of the blood-red shoes
She kills ce soir and the night came to
From dark blue
To black...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 10:51:00 GMT |
Bashment Boogie |
That time of the year when the moon ups at 4 o'clock,
In the afternoon.
And it all starts to move.
Smokey sentences about Helena Bonham Carter, corsets, absent friends, trying to remember if Zorro had...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 02:55:00 GMT |
.......... |
Monthly meeting of me and mine, back through and through and up the lines from 8th of July and Luc Besson to black and white photocopied photocopies...-yes. infinitely. always. xxxxMy oh my how things...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Nov 2006 08:45:00 GMT |
A Little Treat... |
From the tin mines, viaducts and sea air of Penzance to the arches of Paddington. A ghostied bicycle back at the station. Spit puddles, spat to the pavement. 3am on the 3rd floor of Henrietta House hi...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 12:57:00 GMT |
Downloads |
I'll say farewell, As under your welfareI never fared well.From doorstep to door,It kisses its latch.Round the bannister and up the stairs.I spyed your two black beads light up,The white feathers...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Sep 2006 11:42:00 GMT |
...so 3 at the door and a shot or lollipop on entry... |
Oh me oh my
t'were a strange one beneath the pavement and the three gold tanned Spanish ladies, my ears could just make out their tainted attempts at English. Silver medal runners up in niceties and h...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 07:05:00 GMT |
Picturehouse Cafe, Sunday Sometime In July, 1am, So there... |
Some scribbles from Saturday. They made me laugh when I read them back the next morning so I thought Id share it with you.
Picturehouse Cafe, Sunday Sometime In July, 1am, So There...
"Make it a ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 09:35:00 GMT |
