Variousshortness of breath from the flexi-spoke tickety tock
cometh the hour and the man
when the eyes run red
run geese to the old tropes
the ones we laid out for monsters as children
now we simply lay monsters
beasties of all descriptions
abnormalities abhorrations
like the Lord of a star
the deign of light
processing loosening lessening bleeding
Brewed seas the brood sees
pinions...
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cometh the hour and the man
when the eyes run red
run geese to the old tropes
the ones we laid out for monsters as children
now we simply lay monsters
beasties of all descriptions
abnormalities abhorrations
like the Lord of a star
the deign of light
processing loosening lessening bleeding
Brewed seas the brood sees
pinions...
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BURGUNDY
Burgundy coughs
alive in LCD blood
and chinking cups of armour,
a m-(an)-other feeds her skull through carapace lips
screened.
It read your name
by the fingers and hands
raised dots and peoples
manifest
slid upon the film over lungs and hearts and minds
around the smile of the suckling skull
I invite the next patient to my stirrups
cold intrusion
waking in the...
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Burgundy coughs
alive in LCD blood
and chinking cups of armour,
a m-(an)-other feeds her skull through carapace lips
screened.
It read your name
by the fingers and hands
raised dots and peoples
manifest
slid upon the film over lungs and hearts and minds
around the smile of the suckling skull
I invite the next patient to my stirrups
cold intrusion
waking in the...
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limowreck:
That poem is awesome. Oh and to answer your question: boxers, my good man. No one can do those Y-shaped things anymore!
My hand dried into
creosote
yes
blackened and youngly blessed
Yawning valley furred in lichen barky skin
I heard the news
Oh everyone to the blues!
Blonde American lady
you have Carnelian in your teeth
join in the golden hurrahs
Huzzah!
Saffron buds and the larks of Gloucester
delving between the scimitars of grass and metal
Valium, hell yes
Books of yester-year arranged upon a...
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creosote
yes
blackened and youngly blessed
Yawning valley furred in lichen barky skin
I heard the news
Oh everyone to the blues!
Blonde American lady
you have Carnelian in your teeth
join in the golden hurrahs
Huzzah!
Saffron buds and the larks of Gloucester
delving between the scimitars of grass and metal
Valium, hell yes
Books of yester-year arranged upon a...
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sailorcandy:
hey how are you?x
JACK PARADISE
I wedged the fire escape open with the rusty old extinguisher,
the hand rolled cigarette lolled on my bottom lip,
dry as always.
There he sat,
(as he did every Tuesday night)
staring into his fire.
A vision in a flannel shirt and torn courdoroy,
Onyx eyes staring into the flame glimmering
salt decayed stars and an old blues refrain,
a Mississippi delta...
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I wedged the fire escape open with the rusty old extinguisher,
the hand rolled cigarette lolled on my bottom lip,
dry as always.
There he sat,
(as he did every Tuesday night)
staring into his fire.
A vision in a flannel shirt and torn courdoroy,
Onyx eyes staring into the flame glimmering
salt decayed stars and an old blues refrain,
a Mississippi delta...
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A dance of a boy of a dance,
refined through mist his satchel of thinning blood,
as though it were lean from the East,
of late thirsting blood,
quenched a sweet tooth by an apple green,
green as the stables wrought from emerald
in a pasture drawn clinically
in pregnant providence.
From those fallen plumes of black peacock feather,
a spire from the breast pocket...
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refined through mist his satchel of thinning blood,
as though it were lean from the East,
of late thirsting blood,
quenched a sweet tooth by an apple green,
green as the stables wrought from emerald
in a pasture drawn clinically
in pregnant providence.
From those fallen plumes of black peacock feather,
a spire from the breast pocket...
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silveronthetree:
Like that a lot, so many good words used.
How`s you?
How`s you?
vasilisa:
Thanks - so glad they're over with! Now I just need to nurse this bastard cold and get my ass back to the old 'ford. 
Wonderful poem - particularly like the 2nd half of the 1st stanza...it seems saturated somehow (don't ask with what!). Have you thought about sending off to some publishers to see if you can put together a collection? Really think you should...
What have you been up to? Yes definitely need toall get together - it's starting to get a little ridiculous!
xx
Wonderful poem - particularly like the 2nd half of the 1st stanza...it seems saturated somehow (don't ask with what!). Have you thought about sending off to some publishers to see if you can put together a collection? Really think you should...
What have you been up to? Yes definitely need toall get together - it's starting to get a little ridiculous!
xx
HORSES IN THE CITY
Horses in the city,
Blissed and hooves coloured red,
bowing in the winds brought down in the last rain,
bent to the raking patter of a heart renewed.
A good time, for a time,
I left you sleeping
galvanised by a spur of daffodil on her lapel,
brother poets gathered in the ragoon trenches of a forest row.
Lay in a...
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Horses in the city,
Blissed and hooves coloured red,
bowing in the winds brought down in the last rain,
bent to the raking patter of a heart renewed.
A good time, for a time,
I left you sleeping
galvanised by a spur of daffodil on her lapel,
brother poets gathered in the ragoon trenches of a forest row.
Lay in a...
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A BUDDHA OF EVERYTHING; OR NOTHING
The sun only becomes warming as a warning, an illusion in the room where I equally find a tightrope of blonde hair and a path to the softest of sins, of those committed in silence, not a breath between us, in the wild hills where I once did stride with endeavour, a place so unreal that I could walk...
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The sun only becomes warming as a warning, an illusion in the room where I equally find a tightrope of blonde hair and a path to the softest of sins, of those committed in silence, not a breath between us, in the wild hills where I once did stride with endeavour, a place so unreal that I could walk...
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silveronthetree:
I can`t see my comment.
So I liked your film from a few blogs back and its good to see you still writing prolificly. Will pop by the UPC soon.
Keep Well mate
So I liked your film from a few blogs back and its good to see you still writing prolificly. Will pop by the UPC soon.
Keep Well mate
MY DAY WITH JACK
Vapour trails fade past the daylight moon, hot fox blood from the night before burns on the tarmac, deep within trusted veins mended by the bandage that fell into the dust on the floor surrounding the bench where we first met.
No Dharma here, only a scent of a smell I could taste, yes, that smell that gets everywhere, mint, mint,...
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Vapour trails fade past the daylight moon, hot fox blood from the night before burns on the tarmac, deep within trusted veins mended by the bandage that fell into the dust on the floor surrounding the bench where we first met.
No Dharma here, only a scent of a smell I could taste, yes, that smell that gets everywhere, mint, mint,...
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My newest showreel of this last years film work, all stuff I wrote/directed/edited
Winters'
...a woman entered on a Saturday night
blindly full of confession,
our lips a cessation eclipse of the shadow from my soul,
the wakes of rushing wings
nursing corners at home,
when the night cadaver folds in
darkness and lets none of your daylight through...
...face down in the Humber
shuddering pin by pin
coloured watcher and waiter,
weightless anchor and analyser
in the...
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...a woman entered on a Saturday night
blindly full of confession,
our lips a cessation eclipse of the shadow from my soul,
the wakes of rushing wings
nursing corners at home,
when the night cadaver folds in
darkness and lets none of your daylight through...
...face down in the Humber
shuddering pin by pin
coloured watcher and waiter,
weightless anchor and analyser
in the...
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A-trophy,
you are,
like the teeth marks on my foreskin where you were,
a communique of the way he wants it.
Blood and semen forever linked in cycle.
...the younger men paper skinned
fighting in the sands shifting
like the rush of tied hands in a pool filled by the tide.
...spikes of amphetamine
dull the ruler light measured in angles bursting out behind the...
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you are,
like the teeth marks on my foreskin where you were,
a communique of the way he wants it.
Blood and semen forever linked in cycle.
...the younger men paper skinned
fighting in the sands shifting
like the rush of tied hands in a pool filled by the tide.
...spikes of amphetamine
dull the ruler light measured in angles bursting out behind the...
Read More