Poetry Blog by Tommy Carroll

Don't you know
it's just a rage
a tempest brewed
from grape not sage-
in all the world
there's not a stage
not tread by feet already.

And so I bow
and bid me out
you cared for nought
nor gave a shout
as all that is
has come about
with out you being ready.

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It's not those

who drive the tank

It's not those

who make it

but it is they

who set its course

crushing history

as they fake it.

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She offers me a slice of peach ,
I look to the stars instead.
She lifts a burning ember
-as tribute to my face-
then counts the stars like seconds,
her voice is as a child’s,
counting slow and with surprise
then with self-admonishment 
she looks at me and tuts,
her finger numbers them- again.
She leans backwards, elbows
into the sand
and tells me she is bored 
with counting and h...

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She sat at the far end of her high ceilinged room

I sat on her prefered chair.

We stared at each other.

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Her hundreds of books were piled upon a just cleaned black wooden floor.

What was that with the light?

ahh yes, clean windows-

she had gone and gotten herself a window cleaner.

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' I'm  listening to ''Bring me the head of Philip K Dick'' again' she says...

'I ...

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Self:  ...haha hey up

         look see there

         and stop stop

        here we go i cant remenber how to spell remenber nor...

(Tommy sit down, there, ((pointing)) is no puddle next to the bin)

         I feel like my arm's gone to sleep

ha look at the floor as it rushes towards me...

me...

(Tommy put down the bottle)

Woo shake and dance and laugh and apologies for...

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Walking to the Bar

I choose carefully 

my steps;

more carefully

than my blatent

words.

Dandy Mo stares

at the 'bill of fayre'

- we count our change -

"Yes lads?" came

the bar-staff's

practiced pronouncement.

Words & foto Tommy Carroll 

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Tommyfazz and

Dandy Mo 

are both shouted at -

thier comments 

scream from the start

at the individuals

who are seeking 

to photograph

the mistakes

of thier intention. 

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Spend your wishes
to buy your needs
with wants you queue
to purchase dreams
deep inside the vault
they lay
a wealth of riches
declares the lie.

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Persephone

shifted her weight

in time to the point

she was making.

She never stood erect-

she was always

making a point.

Even with a potato peeler

there was an air

of menace-

she would mix it 

in with the mash.

Her threats had

the promise

of unwanted mail

of brown envelopes

the sort that fall when

any-news-is-not-

good-news arrive.

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broken masonry

Not for me another love
like choking fear
It will not budge
I dare not blink
for it now seems
by choosing drink
I dwell in dreams.

I grind to bits
my words and teeth
when searching through
my history:
to lift above
what lay beneath
all that broken masonry.

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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I got drunk in a 
Portland bar

On Clinton st.

thirty minutes after
I had exited my
girl-friend's car,

she text
to tell me
that she had 
finished with me
and that that was that.

I sat drinking
pouring tears
into my whiskey
a guy with an
English accent
joined me

we had a good time.
I bought all the drinks
as I remember.
I left alone drunk.

A couple of days later
I went back
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He stood

and stared

at the socks

in his hand

She lay an arm 

accross her face

He made to sit

upon the edge

of the bed

She moved her legs

He turned to

look at her

She sighed at

thoughts of what

lay ahead

He squeezed her foot

She removed 

the heavy arm

that had hidden 

her gaze of him

He said

We will make it

through this day.

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We leant against each others

shoulders

and pointed at our

shoes

we told jokes where

the point was lost

and still we

laughed

we forgot the colour

of each other's

eyes

and remembered them

upon their closing.

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Not only time ticks

but the real tug

of sadness

ticks its loss

in un-measured

wants and pulls and cost.

Too many eyes gazed

at her from behind

the wooden shutters

of thier trust

and many weary eyes

searched hers in vain

for signs of invited lust.

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Not only time ticks 

but the real tug

of sadness

ticks its loss

in un-measured 

wants and pulls

and cost.

Words and image Tommy Carroll

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I left the party early
with my coat and hat still on
wearing a letrasetted syntax
and its addled lexicon
leaning against myself
while falling
I heard that gravity
was calling
and like the guests
who once
were standing
had now all left
or long since gone.

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Jan folded the letter 

running a finger along

its crease.

She looked up-

somebody was explaining

functionality

She stared at the new argument

written on the white board

then returned to the letter

the fold

another plane

pressing and creasing

vertices missing corners

peaking... She sighing.

His orientation with her

is now disengaged,

they were no...

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It's the words

with their wanton

un-mouthed ache

that bleat silently

against the ear

tangling those

not yet surveyed

and marked

desires,

their cerebral

obliterating duster

transforming an

ancient passion

into a smudge. 

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Poetry has many inspections
each line like thought re-touched.
We frown at fingered collections
of nouns and other stuff.
There are troublesome inflections
and bleeding wrung-out verbs,
the wandering explications
of rhymes the metre serves.
There are stand alone conjunctions
in hope that it amazes
where
in solitude it functions
in contrived, schematic, phrases.

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Mark ee Smith yeah

Smith yeah 

Mark ee Smith yeah

Smith yeah

Smith yeah

Smith yeah

Mark ee Smith yeah

Mark ee Smith yeah

...and the window out of my kitchen

lets a bright blue sky in...

Mark ee Smith yeah

Mark ee Smith yeah

Mark ee Smith yeah...

words and image Tommy Carroll

(already too long but not forgotten)

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snip snip
           gardening magazine
bits and pieces
print large
               text small
flowers here
blue shears crop wintry bargain buys
compost your neighbors  cabbages
kneel and weeping dig

best prices paid for sheds
my hands ache with gay arrays
                                    suduko and wire eats the bugs of heavy scent
Heaven scent and saplings bent
letters from reader...

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The hour is slim!

the time to entwine

with her and

with advantage

inhale the heavy

offering from between

the jaws of her

open thighs.

Persephone's tasty flesh

renders her cleft

of wet truth-

she can slake this thirst-

can assuage my ache when

enthralled against

the serpent earth

with legs knotted

we lay tangled in

ancient ruin.

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My rhyming couplet

-at the metre's expence-

is knowing the difference

if this makes sence-

is when to use when

from

when to use whence.

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D Minor 

Jazz guitar
Slow
in D minor

A note that's allowed
to resonate
like
the pain
that's caused
and delivered

the shadowed sound
from the speakers
-is the sigh-
that pulls me back
to that place
but I wont respond
just keep 
-the kerb a foot away-
from turning
back around
to her

my wants 
are the rear-view 
mirror
that cause the
eye's to blink
wet memories
away
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The hour is slim!
the time to entwine
with her
and with advantage
inhale
the heavy offering
from between the jaws
of her open thighs.

Persephone's tasty flesh
renders her cleft
of wet truth-
she can slake this thirst-
can assuage my ache
when, enthralled against
the serpent earth,
with legs knotted,
we lay tangled
in ancient ruin.

words and foto Tommy Carroll
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I left the party early
with my coat and hat still on
wearing a letrasetted syntax
and its addled lexicon

leaning against itself while falling

I heard that gravity was calling

?where's the wall

and like the guests who once
were standing

had all left or long since gone

words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Lissy at work

by Tommy Carroll

Unless otherwise stated...

"excuse me!"

(her elbows digging into my shoulders)

...all photographs are my own work.

Unless otherwise stated all wording...

"can't you take a hint?"

she shrugs

...are my own work.

"The next time you look

over my shoulder and

read my work..."

(thinks: "Keep your comments

Inside your pants;

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