Latrice
Dictionary description of disco
Deliciously dazzling
Stays ready
Hair to the gods
Largeousness
In chargeousness
High end highnessness
Excuse the ultimate gorgeousness
Temporarily incarcerated
Eternally celebrated
Bell of the motherfucking ball
The shade, the shade
The shade of it all
Poised with dignity and grace
Bow to the Royalety of the race
An...
Monday 8th July 2024 7:55 pm
Common Sense
My family will say something
And within a year if that
It will be a fact
It might be that legwarmers are coming back
Or about genetic memory
Or about a U-turn in politics
Smoking a fag at a back door
Or some beer garden
At a christening or a funeral
Just like that
If you say something is real
Then it is
My family will say something
And within a few ...
Wednesday 19th December 2018 12:01 am
It's not easy being green.
This is an absolute joke.
Where’s the centre-half, gone for a smoke?
It’s looking like we’re gonna get beat,
I’ve kissed good bye to my clean sheet,
midges in my eyes,
dog shit on my feet-
It’s not easy being green.
Nose’s fucked and cheekbone too
got kicked in the face
from that little number 2
rest of the team’s got nothing to do
I’ve saved about hundred, bu...
Friday 18th May 2018 12:42 pm
Put your loving arms out baby
Her legs are like a motorway network
leading to know where
it’s congested
there’s been an accident
and everyone is pissed off
because it is going to take forever
to get home
how inconvenient
and when you get to the end
there’s a crash
and everyone slows
down
to look.
Please
stop.
Get out.
Help.
Saturday 5th May 2018 10:40 pm
Trees- be these.
A Trunk holds branches
that then support the new buds
all fed by the roots
Saturday 21st April 2018 12:11 am
It's you
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
Love from your cat
Only an arsehole would turn down good food
and incidentally- I have to put up with your dog shit slop day in day out
because it's all you can afford.
I don't even like bird, I go through that horrible murder to gift that to you
so the least you can do, when I and that innocent bird make that sacrifice for you
is to eat the damn thing,
or don't, just go back to the processed bird ...
Tuesday 13th December 2016 12:21 am
...but not so little boys...from my new collection MUMB
Shielded in a force field cacophony of Peter Griffin’s laughter and a baseline dirge
with LED’s set on level Epileptica
the giant slumbers; he does not open an eye.
Hidden amidst his landscape of tissues, Lynx and Lucozade;
this is where childhood comes to die.
There once was a hand held tightly to the shops,
there was once a cartoon hero and kite making,
then he was...
Thursday 25th August 2016 3:07 pm
Adolencia- from my new collection MUMB
They are going to bend minds-
they’ve thought of all kinds of things that we have never seen,
they will sustain environments and grow fruit in arid deserts
they will go to great and unseen efforts to save the planet,
they’ll shape this world into the word FRIEND.
Starvation will end and they will study the moon
and its correlation to the womb and will study women from cradle...
Tuesday 16th August 2016 10:31 am
Encyclopaedophile- a nursery rhyme for the under 5's from my new collection Mumb
Some of the following people
are genuinely nice,
but some of them aren’t really
so please think twice-
Entertainers, DJ’s, doctors,
aunties, uncles, teachers, carers,
hands on, help outs always therers.
Lawyers, politicians, volunteers,
lefties, right wing, green and liberal,
great listeners, always available,
good with animals, people persons,
...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 7:47 am
Kitchen Sink Philosophy - from my new collection about motherhood called 'Mumb'
Breakfast, dinner, tea-
different food, same dishes;
new water, same sink.
Each day, fresh treasure
Organic, homegrown, straight from
the cat litter tray.
You will never peel
the same potato again.
Alas, more will come.
The sole purpose for
anyone’s toaster’s crumb tray
is to upset them.
Once wine filled this glass,
fairy liquid and r...
Friday 5th August 2016 9:26 am
Merle Gibson: Rose from the Dead
When Merle died it was a sorry affair.
After hating us all her life
she wanted to be close with us in the end.
Lol, who had always seen the good in her
brought her back to life briefly on the last day,
which had shown how much he meant to her I suppose.
But cats are only meant to last a certain amount of time-
less than what should be a life time,
more than some marr...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 11:31 am
Family Tree
You’ll find me in similes
like a leaf carried in the breeze,
in metaphors I’m climbing trees
I’m rooted in rhythm
I’ve grown a fruit nurtured
from a grieving allegory
soft scented and soothing alliteration
and free form
in case you ever visit these parts
that is where I’ll be.
If I get cut down in my prime
be assured I’m here in rhyme,
if you’re ever a...
Sunday 6th September 2015 10:00 am
Not White To Weft (early poem for public art sculpture in Oldham)
Lay flat and spun together you’ve always run a town,
each part is party to the next and grown
separately we conflict and seethe from
it and sneer from it, no one is happy in slavery
wouldn’t talking be a step, food too and
work unites us, it’s not them making us toil
we all carry the can and mustn’t
need to chase our own tale to cause blame
each ti...
Thursday 30th July 2015 3:23 pm
On a mat appears...(an early practice poem for a public art commission)
Sliver, slip, slub, snarl, sup-up
pins, pair, pick, put up,
inandoutinandoutinandout,
nip, nicking, necking, nosing,
nightnoisesirensnevending,
inaweinaweinawe,
nocturnal nattering ‘til noon,
get-up garble gibbering go work
Murmeringmutteringmouthingmilling
unclearunblockingunravelling
laying-on, let-in, long lever
endsneverendneverendnever home again up ...
Saturday 27th June 2015 11:52 pm
Summer Awhaikuing
Stronger in numbers;
the leaves a deaf audience
clapping spring's last bow.
Saturday 16th May 2015 9:53 am
Glory Whole
Thursday 30th April 2015 12:07 pm
Maths V English
There's the numbers one to ten
and many equations then
poetically.
Literally
there is only nought to nine
and infinite stories and rhyme
of how there is only them.
Saturday 21st March 2015 11:03 pm
Vase
The flowers died
but the vase is still there
next to the faded photo
near to the mirror
above the bric a brac
close to the wine glasses
that are still there
in the cabinet
by the curtains.
Tuesday 17th March 2015 1:05 am
'Can I read this out to you?' 'Noooooooo, I've got stuff to do.'
Remember last night's tea
when you brought your girlfriend,
and you brought your friend?
And the dog was excited
because he loves it when you are all here
because I am so happy
and I'm like- superwomb?
And I got food delivered
and you were all relieved
because it can be touch and go
with my cooking
and there was loads to go around
and Dad didn't ...
Wednesday 19th November 2014 3:44 pm
Getting a Ribbing
A performance of equality-
when their eyes
are reflective of me.
When their way of life
or philosophy
might be something I dreamt up once
doing a cartwheel in primary.
Those beautiful lads of great design?
I made them in my leisure time!
If anyone's ribs came from
anyone's ribs-
their's came from mine.
Thursday 9th October 2014 12:24 pm
Fibonacci on the last school run
A spider's chandelier with Gatsbyesque enticement
indulges the mumbling aphid's lament,
red berries decorate the fringe of a melodic carousel of swallows
whilst two more riders swirl their eyes and caw.
This was just the mornings...
On evenings we saw raves-
black v's in tye-dye skies,
a ginger stoat did the caterpillar,
frozen ozone refracts a mobile of rainbows.
O...
Sunday 7th September 2014 10:03 pm
Fairy Tail
Manchester's gay hamlet
has long since been a sanctuary
for parlor princesses to sway their tits free
from thick veined impalers who skirted the moat;
their hot swords smoking from pint piss.
One often forgets that
cemented with the secret elixir
of man's love for man's folly;
it was a safe and sordid Avalon.
Often lulled by the music
or some other bul...
Friday 29th August 2014 9:52 am
Raineth
As the storm continues
So does the rust
On the BBQs
Of the just and unjust
Monday 11th August 2014 5:16 pm
On Task
This place can never be clean-
There is always one earring,
a nail, nail polish, dubbing,
red lego and blue tack
in a bowl.
A paintbrush is used for sky,
eye shadow,
unclogging a blender.
Dogs smell,
drinks stain,
love and laughter
spoils soft furnishings.
'Stay on task Mum',
the gentle melody
of kindly impatience
is leading me back
...Monday 12th May 2014 10:42 am
Quoth Both
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
Took him
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
But w...
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am
Tipples
Drink your potion
Followers
You swallowers of pride
Cause a rift, cause a commotion
But never let the least emotion
Get in the way of a great promotion
2 for 1 on the latest lotion
Life is lived in blurred slow motion
With matted mouth and the smallest notion
You can't beat this
Dote on
Choke on
Smoke on
Token
Wallow
And float on
Drink your ...
Monday 3rd March 2014 3:13 pm
Ode to The Hairdressers
Those who go know
Some beauty is only meant to be skin deep
Hair thin
Grows out
A few days in
Some beauty isn't meant to last
More than six weeks
A hairdresser is a grafting fairy
Has scissor side manner
Nails glisten
Lives life
Will listen
Unzips eyebrows
Lets hair tell lies
Stories lent and borrowed
A bitter pupa fed
Coffee and Glad Rags ...
Wednesday 8th January 2014 6:09 pm
The Prophet of A and E- this is a poem in my new play
Lulled and startled-
Bleeding by the babbling brook of the caged telly
Lulled and startled-
Snapped bones jar at the swish of the double doors
That shroud the curses of fun loving nurses
Skin as raw and cold as corn beef
Some teath broken
From biting the apple
This man has been picked on
Battered
And buggered
All his life
You know
He’s been squashe...
Saturday 21st December 2013 1:09 am
Gifts
On waking
From womb removal
I wrote a reem of poems
Saying goodbye to it
Thanking it
For working hard
And coming up trumps
But as the morphine wore off
On paper
I had only written one thing
And that was about the dog
That's okay
I love that dog
Love and security
Works both ways
And the rest of the pets
Jumped on the bed
During visiting hours
A...
Friday 20th December 2013 12:00 am
If you knew all the things that would happen in your life, you would not be able to live, so it is just a good job you don't know
Everything forgiven’s forgot
Peace made way to war again
Boundaries and manners were lost
Dignity was dug into a dirge
Pride slurped from a baby cup-
Oh let’s not talk in sombre wilting
Of how a mind was skewed and tilting
The only saving grace to be
That hindsight wasn’t paid to me
As- if I’d known how you would leave
I’d never give my heart to grieve
And I’d’ve s...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 9:46 pm
Goals in Perspective
When it’s going wrong
It’s him against ten
A boy can have the boots
Of a twenty year old
Can have the same boots
Since he was twelve
A young boy can only reach so far
Can only be seen to be trying
When it’s going good
He has nothing to do
Swinging from the bar
Excited and animated
Trumpeting breath
A young man
Awaiting a whistle of r...
Saturday 28th September 2013 10:48 am
The Prime of Life
Why look for a pattern in the whole
And split the soul?
Some things just are.
I know when fate knocks
My socks off
I won’t ask why...
I’ll be very annoyed
But still- I’ll die,
Stop stock-still
Without a breath;
A fraction of a life,
A whole load of death.
Into myself and one
With the cycle of time;
I’ll become the prime.
Monday 23rd September 2013 12:04 pm
But, alas, we never do
After all the swallowing and fits
When I’m held hostage on a tram full of tuneless durges
With the dizzying twirl of girls pretending to be lap dancers
And red faces forcing out their final attempts at humour
Spurred on by my goading way of trying to keep out of it
And dragging me up for a conga line
I think- count yourself lucky I am not 20 anymore
Or I would ...
Sunday 11th August 2013 2:01 pm
Inter urinas et faeces nascimur
A storm crashes through the kitchen
Rectangle eyes and serious hair
Slams a note down
Swirls back to her room
‘Dad’ – smiley face
He reads it
Goes ‘Right then.’
And passes it to me
‘I can’t draw anything interesting without the lap top so I drew this.’
I fill up with the tears she has waiting
Not because of the knives
In her Dad’s chest
...
Saturday 3rd August 2013 12:47 am
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