The stream (all workshops)
Franklin Square.
I love to wake in the damp air of Franklin Square,
Watching those irreverent, inverted pissing geisers
Plummet on the great Man, in broad daylight streams
Lost in the ice, what would he give?
For such temperate relief as this.
I breathe in the moisture and look up at the sky of polarized dreams.
All is well, and I fill in the day, with the great slanted colour of rain,
I don’t care if the wind is wild in St David’s park
And sidelong blows, lead trees gracefully astray
Loveless
the walls are an angry oil
with stubs where the photos
hung by tenants long strung
down their roads
Like the grey poles
that hold the thin wires
that moan in the winds
hot and tinged
A fan crawls fast the air
blowing on our emptiness
unashamed uncaring
Down the half mile
a frieght bawls
in the steamy distance
Static so bad on the
scavenged set
I can barely make them
out
beer propped sweating
on a thigh..
Feeling dumped is as a sacked quarterback
Losing the race of life as a missed touchdown
Joy slowed, entrenched in sadness
Spirit of joy stalled, losing a game yours to win.
None to blame but you your self when all is lost in love and war
Decisions are yours in an imperfect world that's strained.
Much self importance and superiority destroys life
and embrace death of insignificant inferior lessors.
Water me down
I’ve had enough
Try ECT
Or the chemical stuff
Part my hair
Strip my gown
Twist my wrists
And toast the town
String me up
To swing me round
Shape me square
And water me down
Punch a hole
Then stitch it up
Throw a stone
In the beggars cup
Clip my wings
Make me stare
Put a pencil in my mouth
I write on air
When all's laid bare
To the human eye
No help to spy
The well turned lie
HERE I COME AGAIN
hear I come again!
you compose it
on my behalf
and
I will stamp it fast
I only know you do read
and
only you remain agreed
that my poetry does breed
but alas as Jess says
legs up in the air
come and read me,
if you can't come in
at least cum....
he does mean
and
now he is our poetry chef,
I can't or dare not take liberties
ere he mixes chillies
and
rum in my wine
and cuisine
but so be it
I AM SOMETHING
MANY DONT KNOW ME
I AM IN SOMEONE
MANY TRY TO HAVE ME
A FEELING I AM DEFINED AS SUCH
BUT ONLY NOW NOT KNOWN
THE CENTUARRY CHANGES
DAYS GO BY
HOURS DRIFT AWAY
MINUETS BECOME SECONDS
BUT I STAY THE SAME
HATE IS JUST MY OPPOSITE
WITH HATE THERES NO ME
YOU CANT HAVE ME
JUST NOT YET
THE YOUTH ENJOY ME AND FIGHT
THE OLD BRING KIDS
IM THE WOND OF A WOMAN
I CONECT MANY
I BOND VERRY FUN
There's something I must tell you
Don't worry about a lie because it's true
You know that smile I always wear?
It's not real because in my heart there's been a tear
Do you know that laugh I always use?
I use it because your words are abuse
You know my favorite sweater?
I don't use it for the weather
The scars that I hide?
They wash away with the tide
The pain that I feel?
It's nothing but real
Now that I've been sucked into the darkness
.15
L Absynthe
a light shones upon thee
the translucent ear
the plump cheekbone
rounded and thrust out
Heart Shaped
the fine dew hairs
and shinning
strands reaching
down the supple
swerve to hips
Grandmothers tea
spoon
Sterling
A time of Vampires
and electricity
Rabbitholes
and Hypnosis
Rasp magnesium
rounded spring loaded
flint
the flare pop in
inscence providence
and french linen
tops
romper skye blue
wear withall
Simple Simon
Crazy Joe
The Merry Trickster
Aunty Flo
tow the line
until it hurts
throw a spanner
in the works
cut the flower
for the show
leave the bloom
and watch it grow
crank the handle’s
overdrive
disconnect
the whole bee hive
paint snot drying
fast enough
where’s the fire
what’s the rush
Sun Rise in USA
A week ago in Chicago
guys did not know
whether ever again
the sun will glow
and
on plantations
seeds, farmers again will sow
so they wanted to stay
indoors and human seeds lay
whilst in bed
perhaps God will urge
the Americans to curb
as more population is born
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