Word-Twicester
Word-Twicester
Tommy Licester went to Bicester
To see Sally, his little sicester
But on her door was a note
That Sally had wrote-
It seemed that Tommy had just micester
Saturday 11th July 2020 1:19 pm
Pig on trial
It's hard to live a making, hard, hard to make a living
even without the exorcist interferes. I've been a fog
harmer, a hog harmer. I have hogged farms all my life
and my father's life before that. I'm so mad I can't talk right
and the priest will probably say I'm witch crafted too.
I've already paid the lawyer more than the pork
is worth. The lawyers available to represent ...
Thursday 25th April 2019 9:37 pm
Be infinitely infinite into infinity
I’m a cycle
I’m a circle
I’m a forever
I’m always
Casting shadows on myself
Packing silver on the shelves
Plus! Plus! Plus! Plus!
I’m infinity
Maths was never my forte
You cannot minus or divide me
I’m a forever
I’m always
Smiling when the moon comes
Smelling for when Monday runs
I was reborn, refreshed
I can be ironed and pressed
Good as new
I’m ...
Friday 17th August 2018 6:59 pm
Sleeping through earthquakes
If I am your world
with my head lying on your chest,
then is the b-beat b-beating tectonic plates?
Is your heart safely caged?
Can I lift my head or will you break?
You are the love between my legs.
You are my love, between my legs.
Are you the birthmark on my flesh?
It beats: s-stay s-stay...
Is your heart safely caged?
Friday 17th August 2018 6:47 pm
I am not locked up, I am the lock.
I am keeping a secret with myself
for myself,
clutching it within like a bird’s claw,
the carrier pigeons have been shot,
guess I forgot to warn the men with rifles,
suppose it wasn’t a clay pigeon after all.
My mouth is a gold crested envelope,
my lips are licked with wax:
they are an inked kiss,
the pout is the stamp,
my mind is the scroll:
bound and bound,
re...
Tuesday 10th July 2018 2:23 pm
2 SCOOPS OF BRAIN.
We were like ‘yin and yang’,
‘Spick and Span’
- Hot pot, big pan -
slick and tanned!
The could we can -
sweet, sweet like marzipan!
The kind of love that makes you FAT,
that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.
- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -
But I walked and you ran,
I was kicked like tin-can
then you thought you were tin-man,
cause you forgot your heart ...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 11:28 am
Fire
I’m on fire
A burning bed ignites me
I sleep
so you can dream,
awake
inside of me
I sleep so we can speak
I do not try when I’m awake
What would I say?
I’m sorry?
I’m on fire
In my sleep
with you
wrapped up inside of me
The wishing tree waits
So I wish,
and when I wish
I wish th...
Wednesday 7th March 2012 11:14 pm
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