Astarte, Holy Isis, Diana,
unknown nymphs of wood or wave ,
all encompassing Nut,
whose gracile arch holds up the heavens clear.
of such fierce womanhood I would hear.
But ever does my old lyre Wish to strum,
Only for that bulbous bum.
Hittite badonkadonk! Great ass of Akkad!
Whose forebears defied the might of pharaoh ,
Thursday 24th January 2019 4:45 pm
A serene orb of palest celestial fire
My nocturnal mistress sits supreme above the fray,
A long exiled lover yet to deliver her ire
As she continues through the heavens on her lonesome way............
But 2 be Sirius little Miss Pale is naught but a ball of rock,
Stoney lady by my estimation a quarter millie miles from my green front door,
Best be all singing and dancing nay twer...
Sunday 6th January 2019 11:54 am
The poet Shelley once proclaimed 'my soul is an enchanted boat'
Such elegant maritime metaphor appeals to the double islander in me.
A piece of flotsam upon the wide ocean of the world and human history
Transported westward by the calculating economics of empire
Washed up dishevelled onto the volcanic outcrops of the Caribbean to begin an unearned sentence....
Sunday 6th January 2019 11:22 am
After the rude warm lights are gone and sumptuous glitz is fled.
What in the name of sweet St Stephen are we to do stranded in Europe's northern climes all winter?
Dear Father Christmas, please spin me southward, To some, any, lapis lazuli lapped isle.
Where the salamander sits serene on warming stone.
Where the air runs thick with spice and sun.
Sunday 6th January 2019 10:56 am
Grab a pinch of quantum soup
mix with fresh picked arrowroot,
NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.
gasping gluts of interstellar air
with corona of Altair,
NETURON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.
dying light of Betelgeuse
cast around him double thrice,
NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.
Friday 3rd August 2018 10:41 am
ever seen such bouncing globes of translucent cream
that make the mind spit and spin Catherine wheel style!
Friday 3rd August 2018 10:31 am
I feel awkward without coffee
like chasing pert sylvans round Helicon's hills
constant under Urania's dissapproving eye.
Makes one want to get deep into the wood with goat footed pan
erection flailing wild for Bacchus rites.
Or better yet to smash skulls for the ruby juice
thick Teutonic forest leaning close.
Friday 3rd August 2018 1:08 am
A look clear into a pretty girls eyes
clear hard water forced down your optic nerve
the abyss of beauty deep and cold looks back.
Like that mirror stare when an odd flicker calls you back for more.
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:26 am
hit with some starry metaphor like a hammer smash
can taste the iron of proxima's atmosphere
tangy on a tongue like steak was slapped.
In jest I speak but truly sweet holy fuck
when those twisted sibilant sentences scathe and scrape around the cranial pits.
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:21 am
What bid the upper spheres to roll
about our grandly tomb of space,
in wild misanthropic patrol
propelled by some unknown faceless grace,
the same who bids all landless work?
for wage sustaining slavery,
and fashion law that government dirk
to prolong their own sad tyranny,
all this we must endure without tears
upon our once bright aeolian hearts,
Friday 3rd August 2018 12:12 am