Third step to Madness. Confusion contusion, Arms caught in the door, Fingers stuck in the floor, “I’m homeless and it’s war!” We didn’t get old with the band of gold, Not to the end, my first friend. Turtle dove, My first love Military Hardship, my correction, No direction, No reflection. You left too soon. IContinue reading “Gutter: Snipe: Pimp”
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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”
Bitter
Mines a pint cried the fat man. No need to cry, it’s on its way! Ready in five came the steadfast reply. Bitter today? Idiots causing life to change; Change! Look at your hairdo, your suit, your beard! Stupid old man! Move on to move on, Lucrative styling, ludicrous style. Grab the cliché and findContinue reading “Bitter”
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”
Broken Heart too.
Palpitations thrusting love in the limelight; Made it hard, to sleep last night? One demands sex; the go-to man she calls me. One demands a kiss-a temptation easily avoided selfish woman. One is carrying too much guilt – her crazy bundle of joy. “I want to go to Dubai!” she cried. She cries a lotContinue reading “Broken Heart too.”
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.
The Dark Side of Uranus
Moving on tonight with Fairy Hanny and her crowd of weird friends. I created Lady Stuppence from an expressions used by my son Ben – it’s a bit rude… ” The Monk E. “Dear luscious Maidens,” continued the Monk. “I see outrage turning to a glow as your blood begins to flow. I amContinue reading “The Dark Side of Uranus”
Fairy Hanny 