All entries for February 2006
February 25, 2006
i've found my…
1. Action
some dark loiterer
unbridled my bicycle
stealing steathily
2. Motivation
desiring finance?
wildly clapped transportation?
perhaps lame in nights?
3. Consequence
not quite fifteen lines
unindividuated
object of this text
Coda.
if still on the buzz
beware raids, for there are leads
leading to your door
February 22, 2006
broth cheffed
1.click shuffle whirling
until midnight and then more
type casters whirl sheafs
2.
conscious of cortex
vertices are vibrating
jumping unjumping
3.
beers are flushed from veins
absorbing lethargy a
kidney stimulant
4.
density again
five sins times five all the while
ceaslessness repeats
5.
unrelentingly
talk upon walk unbalking
continues undumb
6.
untheraputic
vowel symbols bounce and abound
around and around
7.
they don't take that long
and understandably so
gather your pronouns
8.
vortexes unsexed
spins begin now instantly
for application
9.
a large block built up
words upon words, camouflaged
l'absence some unread
February 20, 2006
a text concerning injustice
Follow-up to shao khan, shao khan, we're gonna show them how to get down from Rashomon Imperative
text extract: "...the 'foul' that led to chelsea's goal only happened in gallagher's head..."
privacy of the mental. mental publicity
despair – swear and howl:
"fair is foul and foul is fair?"
cowelled – jowls turn to prayer
oldest settlement. dented and dashed
not victorious
but neither laborious:
meritorious
February 19, 2006
shao khan, shao khan, we're gonna show them how to get down
enthusiasm. pointing and shouting and pent up
reflecting on roots
with those grass-rolling disputes
in muddied new boots
minnow man. in the shadow of a giant wingspan
to see U's abused?
with "ref gave us fuck all" views?
opposed to blue hues
go lie athwart our great day. videos set to record
oh so glorious
when ground and laborious
and victorious
virtues three
roll up roll up. the actual voice of omniscient narration
yes yes. it is burns night again, and burns means poems. it is, of course, very very late. but that is no reason to criticise it outrageously.
you larky people
this made its debut at a party in earlsdon, complete with gestures, accents, and an immense pause to look deeply and labrador-eyed into my whisky glass in the fourth verse.
yon comparison o' fightin, lasses, and whisky
i’ll muse to ye ‘pon virtues three
on fightin, lasses, and whisky
but which is best? – will we agree?
or will we dispute violently?
now fightin, there’s a noble chore
to wade, fists flailing, into war
sometimes I think I love nought more
though headbutts make the noggin sore
ah lasses, they are fine as well
and I would fain wax lyricell
though musing on some lovely belle
could take me an infinite spell
but whisky, tis a joysome drink
and best of all it helps me think
of beasties elephantly pink
before my eyelids slowly sink
to which of these should we say “aye!”
those fights are in such short supply
while lasses drain the wallet dry
and whisky fumes pass by and by
so hard to tell which one is best
though it may seem I speak in jest
may I so humbly now suggest
we strive to test and test and test
scottish hip hop. do you wanna do a jazz breakfast
February 18, 2006
the haiku are still haiku
housemate task. lakeside lacks no size
one two three four five:
friends a homely home contrive
floorbound four shall thrive
burn baby burn. blended unblended
late burns night whiskey
poems read on shaky legs
-shakier accents
thematic. still dramatic
what new phantasm
lies prettily thither and
adorns my bureau?
nuts. pines
sonic imaging
further fruitful sinthesis
-rightly jump with glee
February 16, 2006
some churlish rustic (2006)
1.
when "hi! -hi!" i cooed
not wishing to seem a prude
i chewed my lip bruised
2.
sticks clatter to splash
peach buzzes dashingly dash
while my suit is flash
3.
wine bought glass by glass
red poses sternly amass
hems of stemly class
red nosed i dozed: either laugh with me, or at me, or in short, do any thing, - only keep your temper
February 10, 2006
hello to the haikus
thirty years. thesis
uncanny matching:
soundtrack of the sixties meet
film of the thirties
which witch. witch "which"
us and them and that
who knows which is witch is which
and which witch is who
i'm not frightened. painted yellow
the lunatic is:
on the grass – no! on the path
no! flat on the tiles
sin. path
lacking synthesis
stoned in emerald houses
implausible sin
tinman. stone/stoned
unmoved, with my heart
maybe of stone, or of tin
not sounds and visions
February 03, 2006
robed and strobed
call... and... reponse!
say: "what would you do
if it all came up to you?"
– play and jump madly
expression. it's the seasons that keep me hanging on and on and on...
a flirtaceous flute
dancing spectrum inspection
red sounding trumpets
it's the feelgood time of day. jump split crash
one two clang boom steam
whirling bodies, let go robes
hey! hey! it's the sun!
time to watch a show. more volume than expected
in declarative
and exclamatory tones
now don't stop shaking