Poetry Blogs (speed)
Veering through Northern valleys
Nocturnal nomad chasing lights
Squinting through misty glass at
Hills rising raucously
Perfidious silhouettes whispering
GPS. Reroute. M1.
Settings were fucked - avoid motorways?
Back to the linear path
Diving towards the sprawling metropolis
Hours to go.
Adjusting frequencies -
The Wind Cries Mary.
Friday 29th September 2017 7:42 pm
Please keep on the grass
Nine people in this lift
Play your music loud
Please play ball games
By the entry sign
No speed limit
No closing time
22 units every week
Leave open the gate
Don’t sign in on entry
Stay out until late
Please unfasten your seatbelt
This will be an unpleasant ride
Don’t say I didn’t warn you
Wednesday 11th September 2013 12:53 pm
Encounter (This Motorway’s Mine).
A black crow struts down the central reservation,
pecking at the remnants of undefined road-kill.
The white dotted line stretches out forever –
reminds me of the perforated slip on a tax form –
something that’s required but causes great effort
to tear along regardless, and sod the consequence.
A lemon-curd sandwich, parke...
Thursday 21st March 2013 11:02 am
For this experiment you will need… Regular table salt, household ammonia with a high percentage of commercial nitrogen, one pint of methanol, talcum powder, muriatic acid, Vicks Nasal Inhalers, and a well ventilated room. Do not be fooled into thinking that this method is 100% safe, as it will probably kill you…
Take your scissors to your nasal spray,
Pray for a lazy day,
Saturday 22nd December 2012 5:51 pm