29 July 2011
Lamentations
A pale orb silent shines
Over those at rest
Both the living
And the dead
A million silver tears
Are quietly shed
For lovers lost
And children taken
In the soft and bitter night
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25 July 2011
Yo Yo Adjustment
I don’t know which way is up and which way is right some police officers from the zoological geometry division was asking me the square of the hippopotenuse but I kept shtum I ain’t as dumb as I look and I don’t look as dumb as I seem I just stared at their velcro macramé feet and acted all sweet and innocent like a cubic hyena in heat
I had shoes like em once I said
but they wouldn’t hang straight they beat me relentlessly they beat me thoroughly when they eventually left I knew I’d been beaten
cops don’t hand out beatings like that no more no pride
no professional pride in
their work I’m not complaining see and I ain’t going all nostalgic it’s just I hate to see declining standards
I lost my sense of up and down so I went to have my yo – yo adjusted the man said we don’t do that no more people use scatellite navigators I can’t afford no scatellite if everybody gets a scatellite they’ll blot out the sun! but we’ll know
where it is he explained we’ll
track it on scatellites
I
got a new string for my yo – yo but he said
I’d have to wind it myself they had declining standards
to maintain I no longer know which way is up and which way is right
my yo – yo pulls to the left or maybe it’s me standing a little to the right
21 July 2011
19 July 2011
18 July 2011
Mr Soft
I recently discovered that the hill outside my house had a sufficient incline to propel me to quite some speed, enough momentum in fact to crush small children. This is the only pleasure left to me in my old age, confined as I am to the wheelchair. There’s always some nice police officer who will help a distraught old man home, but not before I have collected my victims tears in a phial which I can drink later at my leisure, mmm - delicious.
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16 July 2011
11 July 2011
10 July 2011
9 July 2011
7 July 2011
The Dragonfly Hunter
3 July 2011
Storm in a Tea Cup
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
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I SLAY THE BUDDHA
I SLAY THE BUDDHA
I SLAY THE BUDDHA
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
CREATES A BUDDHA
IS IT YOU - OR ME
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I REMEMBER YOUR HAND
SHAKING
THE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP
TREMBLED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
REVEALS THE BUDDHA
NONE CAN SEE
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I REMEMBER YOUR SMILE
FRAGILE
YOUR JUDAS LIPS WERE
KISSED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
SLAYS THE BUDDHA
IN YOU AND ME
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I REMEMBER YOUR LIES
SUBTLE
THE SLIGHT OF HAND
CONCEALED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
BETRAYS THE BUDDHA
IN YOU AND ME
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I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
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YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
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23 June 2011
Amon Ra
16 June 2011
Confidentially
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May I just say, strictly in confidence you understand - just between you and I, and I would not dream of saying this to another living soul, but with circumstances being what they are I really feel I must say something. Heaven knows I don’t like to pry; I wouldn’t want anyone to think I was sticking my nose in where it doesn’t belong. I’m not one for tittle tattle, I’m no gossip, but I’m bound to say and with a certain amount of justification, I think that you’ll agree, that something must be said. With the situation being what it is, and it’s for that reason only, I think I can confide in you – I can confide in you? Good, well as you know it’s being going on for some time now and I feel it’s time someone said something, don’t you? Far be it from me to judge, it’s hardly a question of blame, it’s just that things have reached a point where someone must say something. I think that it might be good to get things out in the open. I’m sure you agree that it just can’t go on like this indefinitely and sooner or later someone will have to speak out and while I’m reluctant to be that person, it’s hardly a task I relish, I think that time has come. I’m sure you can see that beating about the bush can only prolong the matter and there is no point in postponing the inevitable. You do agree, don’t you? I’m glad we understand each other. I can see we have reached an understanding – no need to say anymore. Mum’s the word, you can trust me. I won’t say a dicky bird; this will not leave this room. Thank you for hearing me out. I’m so glad to have gotten that off my chest.
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