Tag Archives: grey

Rubber look and hooking crooks that try’s to ward to sound profound.

Rubber luck &
hooking trucks that
Skip through roads
on leaves of books
And skipping rooks
those shady crooks
in shadey Crookes
that slide about
& out the nooks
off the corners,
chequer board
checker bored,
Days are yore
Am I supposed to not be
bored, not so shore
the other sure is lazy bored
lazily and haze obscured,
Are you cured?
Or curved?
Or are ignored
the issues which we used to war
to laugh and disturb
the dust off kerbs
Skipping home
lipping drones
sip music through space vapour cones
into my ears
and bone rattle as ringing phones
Make me deaf you
F***ing mef
Don’t stand and fall, guitar face cleft
you’re on a stage, fuck in rage like
melvins callin’ magic men ‘mage’
Or some sort a sage
Anywage,
You can be so weedy
((So can I))
Ketama pollen
(Clever man’s greed)
Anyshank,
Wiz, woz where I ?
O bleah,
Glipping drones,
Klipping home
With some slipping and the grand EO’s lipping
of drones,
but definitely mainly grand
a grand,
so someone give me one (/?!) 4
lipping drones
and bouncing off your chakric
throne
Clatter blades at angles at bones
Push and clatter blades side on on bones
More see                                                                          Oe Mercy!
Go whet where ever wet weather drones roam
Shave off bits from
crooked homes
Kill & spill the blood on loam
of mercy Narie’s on fortunately on opposed paths
smoking on their ways to baths
call it Gym and it will
last
the subterfuge will hang there
fast
All is calm and no one’s
glassed
Deep within this second’s
past
Get out my sight you’ll
never last
your family’s living in (y)a past
But joy becomes the gentle
cast
around our loving seconds
passed,
Amongst the deathly ones
entwined
(Green incense wizards wine with woe about
wisdom welcome waves from King Tut
A strain with in (t)his cleanly zut
for once not toots whose so rank with glut
and fire of chest split
desperate anaemic money
make mire)
The form Ra winds;
Coagulate but never bind
Dissent within against cognisant
mind
I grapples but it only
grinds
I drag my loosey lucid lazy bag
made of transcendentally translucent sack
over crack and growing crackly crack
of the madly (so maybe mildly muddled my apple..eye..ogles) mildly worried mind
(Argh I hate stuff that
would actually say the word
“mind” about there!)??
It’s all not really about all of this anyway art any point
unless you’re proper sharp but ten/fifteen wouldn’t you be too sharp any wave ?


The second prince of hell’s bones.

Well I’M GWLAD that I learned to count
and I’m gwlad that I’ve climbed the mount
of being GWLAD to sit back &
sort amounts
of things we had but don’t
surmount.

Whence your scaly surface came
I could really not account,
The morbid factories of missionaries of the
bloody fount?
Excuse me it’s that Pleidiol came dreamwise (& all fat & round) to my
corner, glimmering in the light like gold but not being.


(A poem) Written in a place I thought I might get battered for sitting and writing poems in.

Blue balconies
Arabic spins &wins
with English,
Let’s smash our heads
together and come up
with the new thing.
There’s always an England
flag flapping & failing to
swim from one
of the windows
and the people smoke
so much as to turn
into one of these buildings

Mottled grey
rectangles mollify
as a million taxis
set off back to the centre
In Odd places washing lines
hang, and it’s not
only track suits & towels
but opportunities
drying as well. Aho –
A big butterfly thing on the wall outside
someone’s
flat near
the top.
An ambulance
taking someone
from a ground
floor flat in as a
big dark lady with
light hair & dressing gown
looks on
agasp
into her raised hands
like a mask
that the people wear
if they aren’t interested
in catching
diseases

I’d like to spend
2 or three weeks
living here and see
whether there’s
shouting and crime
and shame & fame.

My expectation remains
but the faces explain
that it is the only
thought between me &
my safety – stillness
still messed in mind
– I’d like to conduct a rape,
‘conduct’,,,
so not actually do one
but stand there frantically flicking
a baton back and
forth to give it guidance
&flow & so make-it-not-a-rape (and slow?)
-Oh Shit, I’ve
been pickpocketed!
The bastard’s hand…
That was pretty out of order!
Is that true or
a joke? Is what? Is thou a wheel
or a spoke?

Do I fit in round here?!
Now?!
Is that Now?! what the people though
I love them so, purport to know
as they come & go &
come &go & go & go
with faces aglow
Fag aglow
& moving slow & fast
& slow & slow
These buildings grow
Don’t i fuckin’ know ey?


Hippo grit?.

Hypocrisy is a very bold
thing to accuse someone with.
Do you know the inner workings
of their mind? Have you
personally traced the path
up til now that their very
life has taken (which is their mind)?
Were you there when the
pendulousnesses were
carved?
Which bits were hard and
which soft to get through?
Which were steep valleys
and which shallow verges?
Where is the hole from
which shadow emerges?
Whence came the light
that rolls golden lurches?
Running through woods
of oak or silver birches?