Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Frequently Asked Questions

Which came first,
the email
or the newsl(oo)ps?

The clock is against
the race, if you ken
what I barbie.

Seems like this is
rapidly becoming
a waltz, dun dun...

Done roughly, of
desert. Obliviously!
John, will you

listen to this?
No man is a
BZZZZ. Seal Stamp.

Monday, 15 February 2010

Or, more accurately

Landing on an island of thought
I think - I've made it. The palm
trees are spectacular. Perfect.
Climbing up, I feel strong, stronger,
stronger. At the top I cast
a glance at the way I came
to notice I am ahead of myself.

*

Perhaps I cannot speak
for every word would be hollow
except for those that appear
too true to say -

*

Sunday, 14 February 2010

OBVIOUSLY [A Blank Postcard]

Bear in mind, so blue,
I won't be clawed all ways
shrill, this is just a note
to make you envision
an apple, yes, an apple
and I don't know why
these lines are this way
why this clause at a neuro-
transmitter that goes
roughly this, roughly that
and blabbers on, carelessly
you might say, or love, you
may say, June, you know,
springs, ejector seats, paper
airports, aero bars, nothingless
meaningfull I'm sorry, I love you
beard in mind, for your furry tongue
and your impressive blabble.
Absolutely.

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

it isn't the meaning, it's the glue

By (a) sitting in the window, and
(b) writing a poem about it. This
kind of self-centered poem is a
bit exhibitionist and I tried to get
that across too, by starting with
bold capitals, and shifting to small,

it isn't the meaning, it's the glue.

i step into my harness and split the
spoils to shriek: "split the spoils: i'm
a nullity slut!", "swap sweetened
smugs": i'm sorry this is my most
pressing concern,
i leave them hanging
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