Tuesday 28 November 2017

Just Get Over Yourself Man

A Familiar Man.

In England's green desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the loose,
Who nobody knows.

He'll sit by your side,
One day on the train,
But you'll never see him,
Or share in his pain.

In England's green desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the loose,
Who nobody knows.

If somebody asked him,
Just what had gone wrong,
I doubt he would answer,
The tale is too long.

In England's green desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the loose,
Who nobody knows.

How could he lose it,
When it never belonged ?
Careless to a fault,
How could he be wrong ?

In England's green desert,
Where everything grows,
There's a man on the loose,
Who nobody knows.




After Bishopston.

Abundance of green glory
A shortage of
The material.

Spiritual, fantastical.
Innocence, flirting.

Dry stream bed, washes our feet.
In the stinking heat,
In the green-glory.
In the hidden valley.

But free floating in this haze,
To ignore the inquiring witness gaze,
A freedom bid, unknown inquirer,
And it matters little now, besides.

Cool roots drink dry the stream bed,
Dark cool place,
A faint tinge of a past
Dark cool place.

Green-glory in abundance,
A shortage of
Unasked questions.

In the hidden
Valley.




Bullet


Bullet point
Splits hairs
And tears
Your wound politic

Lead rhetoric
And carmine reason
Carbine power
Tipped juggernaut force

Shattered argument
To bloody cause
Spilled out
As the idea ricochets
Into hollow death.


Holme Moss in the snow....


Bureaucratic Slaughter.


Bloody daft headless ferret
Backing down the tube to the conservatory
Rabbits shooting hypodermic laughter
Inward crunching of anaesthetic/lunacy
Side-salad of cunning cyanide/undressing
Playboy pinnies, dust-puff-ball tail pulling
With rapidly gyrating official orgasm


Incessant hysteria in this euthanistic orgy
Control/capping/regulation/order, manages -
To defy the newly carnate after-birth
Complete diet mutated (defendant) gene prodigy
To re-wax his infant hairless ears
Prophylactic accessory by nature/provider
Denying corruption by innocent passenger fleas

What a brilliant play as the Min-man watches
Slow motion occasion returns to haunt
Not him, fool! - But the halls of coneys
Black ringing, no change but void
To spiders, slugs, cymag dusting, and fate
The curtain falls, audience now silent
Except for those abandoned/generated.


I have so much to write.

One day I will.

These are all "historical" ones, but seemed to call out to me when I was looking for something credible......

Cat Woman.

Behind this peach cute wall,
Lives the mad cat-woman,
And Digby.

In sorry grey gown and safety-pins,
Bare legs and dead slippers.

"I feel alright in my body,
No its not my body,
I'm just worried about my cat."

"Have you seen him ?"

Scarecrow mad cat-woman and
The cat in her eyes,
The senseless connections,

A cat called Digby, poor sod.





I refrain from publicly saying too much, if anything, so I won't, and maintain that line of "This is who I am, take it or leave it".

Pity.

Understandable though.

Sorry it's been more or less a month......

xx