yellow satellite
dishes swivel round,a
round to catch the
sOUND
of sun BUZZING
over the SKY
many
furry butter
eyes
looking over
green shoulders
to catch the extra
terrestrial bee
or butter
fly
these many
swarms of dande
lions
are many splendid
suns
(20 lines)
"Art is the highest task and the proper metaphysical activity of this life." Nietzsche
Sunday, 30 May 2010
Monday, 24 May 2010
NO1 ON MY HATE LIST
you shit my heart i take a plunger to my brain to try to get some sense out
all thats left are your last insults
i wash my love down the drain
i hear it gurgling,hanging on
the last dregs sticking to the side
you shit my heart
when you shew me that muslim jellyfish
at the beach that day
you made sure that i got stung
i sometimes feel the sand still in my hair
but i know you blew it away with your triangular song
now your voice is all garbage cans to me
you shit my heart you know
you shit it right out.
(16 lines)
all thats left are your last insults
i wash my love down the drain
i hear it gurgling,hanging on
the last dregs sticking to the side
you shit my heart
when you shew me that muslim jellyfish
at the beach that day
you made sure that i got stung
i sometimes feel the sand still in my hair
but i know you blew it away with your triangular song
now your voice is all garbage cans to me
you shit my heart you know
you shit it right out.
(16 lines)
Sunday, 23 May 2010
SEASONS
the Daffs time is nearly
OVER
dande
lions
ROAR their presence
sPROUTIN
like many yellow
eyes looking in all directions
their thick fleshy
necks ragged salad
arms that I used to feed to
my hamster
he was a giant
ham
ster
powderpuff, with pink claw
like hands holding the leaf like
a prayer
i him
ROAR
he is dead now
buried in the garden
in a shoe box
just bare dust and
bone
we all end up
yet the wrinkled daffs
still hold to
get
her
in groups like old
men
(32 lines)
Influenced by ee cummings
OVER
dande
lions
ROAR their presence
sPROUTIN
like many yellow
eyes looking in all directions
their thick fleshy
necks ragged salad
arms that I used to feed to
my hamster
he was a giant
ham
ster
powderpuff, with pink claw
like hands holding the leaf like
a prayer
i him
ROAR
he is dead now
buried in the garden
in a shoe box
just bare dust and
bone
we all end up
yet the wrinkled daffs
still hold to
get
her
in groups like old
men
(32 lines)
Influenced by ee cummings
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