Fifth step to Madness. Gutter: Snipe: Pimp: Three word Slogan, All you need, So you Justify, Your Personal Greed. Gutter: Snipe: Pimp: Mad Anna called me twice today. We ate tea, Smoked Wine, Drank Cakes, Walked on Lakes for Heaven’s sake. “There! Is a Bull in a Fence!” Indefensible. There was a time, In theContinue reading “Gutter: SNipe: Pimp”
Category Archives: Humour
Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Fourth step to Madness That bird flew in to his nest; Casablanca! Da! Boozer! TV documentary deleted, Summer dreams all defeated, Conversations not completed; Empty minds in charge and seated. “I thought we could fly?” “I wish I could fly!” “But I won’t try.” “I hate that guy.” I can tell by his drunken knows!Continue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”
Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Second step to Madness Look at this lass, She’s a Brass. I can set you up, My aging pup. Crawling down the corridor of fun; This girl; This room. Was there lime in the coconut? Did you drink it all up? Eight track detachment, tied to the bed. Three screws, two speakers, one love. BlackContinue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”
Gutter: snipe: Pimp
(For Anna) First step to Madness Again. Again, she came back from the dead. Dead Loves. Death leaves, In the gutter. I waltzed by the waters of the Caspian Sea, Drowned Diesel Surface, Waiting for me. Waiting. “How do you do?” we said. “Well then, let’s go to bed!” Miss Understanding. Quite Out Standing, OnContinue reading “Gutter: snipe: Pimp”
Trans-Uranic Elements: The Dark Side of Uranus
This is the second outing for Fairy Hanny, after proving herself to be the heroine who helped to cure Peter The Pixy of his Piles. This time she is called in to help solve a problem in Time. She joins the company of Two Time Travellers and Two Elfs on the way to Witchland, thoughContinue reading “Trans-Uranic Elements: The Dark Side of Uranus”
Going through Changes
It has been a year of change. There I was going to my teaching job every day, wishing I had a job where I could work from home… But it wasn’t teaching. No human interaction. No girls crying. No boys farting. No managers whinging … oh no that didn’t change. But I couldn’t go out!Continue reading “Going through Changes”
Gathering Grapes to drink one night.
Oh what can ail thee Lana Scan? Alone and palely loitering? Come and sit beside the Lake, And listen to me sing. “Heaven knows when I might see, A Monkey in The Banyan Tree, Coming down to look at me Offering a cup of tea. “In times gone by I used to cryContinue reading “Gathering Grapes to drink one night.”
Sea
We sat together you and I, Late; last night. You, in your eternity, Breaking gently, suppurating sea sounds. Rocks and shells and bricks and mortar, Cascading through your daily slaughter. Granules of death to cool my toes. I sat, inebriated, Contemplated. You will last a long time, unlike my love; It ebbs and flows, thenContinue reading “Sea”
Love – by Rumi and Otway.
Lazy Sunday Afternoon; Waiting! Waiting for You! Another girl, Another City, Another delay. “I fought with my sister – sorry darling.” Patient man, paying penance perhaps prolonging painful parting. Yet she comes, walking in glowing delight; Waking my breaking heart to new – Old feelings of love and respect and affection and two cats inContinue reading “Love – by Rumi and Otway.”
Two short poems
On learning to ride; Women. Sylvia Pike Had a bike, Until she met Mike. Then she bought a trike. Broken Heart I will diminish and Go West, Wearing a string vest, And have a good long rest If I don’t pass the test.
