Poetry Blogs (stream of consciousness)
M.C. Newberry on TEA FOR ONE - today's govt. approved version of an old song (52 minutes ago)
I took both pills now I’m stuck in the Matrix,
Aware of this reality yet struggling to shake it.
Can’t fake it - feels too real,
Trying to find truth in amongst the spiel.
But that’s life as we’ve been conditioned
yet what do we choose?
Can a sovereign body be abused?
Or a spirit!
Or a soul!
must the rabbit have a hole?
I turned right at Albuquerque, now I’m in the zone....
Monday 9th March 2020 9:50 pm
She’d always walk up and start talking
as if you were already in the middle
of a conversation. At first, I’d ask her
what the Hell she was talking about,
but I soon learned her explanations
were too long and circuitous to be of
any value. Best to just wait it out,
and eventually the picture would
come into focus. You’d suddenly
get it—like a Faulkner novel,
and then you’d start thinking ...
Monday 18th November 2019 8:36 pm
where cars run rare
and exude mating calls
with running rust
synonymous to melting
who prides a sign
arches over 9th street
A R T
and in essence
of what could be known as design
in other wo...
Friday 12th May 2017 4:33 am
Five to nine and a horrible reality. Even the carpet thinks so (after yet another coffee mug spills with the ashtray), and probably the band that's jamming away in stereo, thinking smugly, that they're tomorrow's Beatles, selling out arenas to tomorrow's people.
Still it all seems quite reputable compared to the silver cutlery in the drawer next to the microwave, unpoli...
Saturday 21st November 2015 11:25 pm
Prostrate, brooding on sunny and foreboding afternoon
A dog barks in the middle distance instigating a volley of indignant retort above the estate
Road-noise and the blood coursing through the channels
Blue sky touching horizon beneath casual cumulus reminds you of the sea
Emptiness and adventure
Cirrus slowly passes opposite antennae of opposite roof suggesting uniformity
Monday 14th September 2015 11:53 pm
the vegetable man
the vegetable man proclaims his entrance
in a voice as crisp as iceberg lettuce
the aroma that surrounds him is as pungent
as stewed cabbage on a grey cloudy Monday
children cross the road to avoid him
in his coconut overcoat and jaunty aubergine hat
the vegetable man has cauliflower ears
that dribble cheddar cheese sauce
the hair that hangs from his grimy head
Monday 19th May 2014 8:35 pm