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Wallowing in darkness like warthogs in a pool
Horrendous December in the Gym
Under my duvet a donut prods my lust.
Outside the ambulance carries the lost prophet Susan
Through the slashing rain.
Channelling memories that everybody liked
More than joy, joyriding with sweaty socks leaving
A pile of charcoaled grief.
Grim and grimmer walked away
Without a gl...
Friday 11th February 2022 12:09 pm
There’s a rumour going round that street
Pushing past their little destinies
Caught short Shakespear relieved himself against the corn sheaves
The fox startled bit the leg of the harvest jigger
The painting has little time to dry, as poets' pens begin.
To take down a street of music, blended to new worlds of rhyme.
Underneath the moon
The rabbit did not sto...
Monday 10th February 2020 11:11 pm
Helix barriers all over the world
Riddles flow through digital death traps
What is a man now with no cheap cigars
A mad dead love of afterthoughts gone
Mad Tony's hologram cycles around the
Lanes of South Wales as Alexa
Shouts "Give us 20 pence!"
Ooh! I can see Winnie the Pooh
In The wardrobe!
The candle, the book, and the wardrobe;
Wet washing and dag...
Monday 11th February 2019 11:06 pm
Various forms, jump into sestinas
with withering winds and eager ancestors
A room with no windows shakes and rattles
It holds inside a madman singing of
From man back to monkey
With a wave of Mr Wizard's Wand
That cruel hateful yellow star
Kissing chaos: my man is not ill
Tasting the salt, feeling the bullets
He disappointed his ancestors,
Tuesday 13th February 2018 11:42 am
Lost in transition
Your words carried like a brief encounter
Emotion is the monster hiding outside the walls
Gangreen in suburbia and skinned alive
With donkey ears! Good Gods!
Occupations occupy stations on the wall
Barrymore paints the myths of time
To hang in Manchester as a quiet man
Tells of lost love.
Sonnets to art leave us lost
Tuesday 14th February 2017 12:20 am
Barely living through the dance of night
Tiger-stripe trapeze in savage growl
Swiss diligence with eerie eyes
From corridors of incandescence
To alleyways of guttered candles
Room with nothing but lonely memories
Ghosts, horror, the present, the past.
Everything changes. Nothing changes
Memories and wishes.
Two children play in the ashes
Monday 9th February 2015 10:02 pm