Für Bjürk

The land to the Elfin
Elfin, Heart-faced
And turned
To the left
OF ALL

Like a carrier bad
Floating, pacific,
Violent
Delightedly, forsaken
To justifuy Your Lies

Mug Time Terribly!
Human Be Hive, Yah?
Fourcans, Foreskin
Threeskin, twoskin
Eighteen

Redskin last of the,
Mow he can?
PJ O'Rourke,
Last of the oneskins
Last

Your Foliage

Hey guys, sorry it's so late. I've found inspiration hard to come by recently. Maybe it's the "big smoke." Anyway, here's the best of the last few months; poetry.

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Your Foliage

Verily, twixt trunk and tree
I feel your love-lorn-love-trunk
Sweat-love-sweat-patch
Maxismus Em Snake Pell.
Unpack
A flower from mouth
Unfeels
John
Tee
Niggerkicks
Like grave
and
Unforth
A felt land
Tongueleft
Right
Wrighter
Isle of wight

A few Haikus

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✔☜☠☃✝

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ɰɻʁæðƈʄ
ɮʩʬʑʔ

Remembrance

Suddenly
(Like a truck filled with old clothes
Hurtling down the M4 to Cardiff
With no rear view mirrors)
You came back into my life.

I remember
The taste of your lip gloss
Lock of hair stuck across your face
The sweet tang of your crusted saliva.

That summer's day you let me in
Holding hands we learnt new ways to touch
Breathed deeply, tacky with sweat.

Our bodies locked in young infatuation
Air rushing from our young lungs.

How times change.

Now you've broken it all
Thrown bricks through the greenhouse.

I was left naked, screaming
Curled up like a fox caught
With its hind legs in a snare.

"Put your fucking pants on"
You said, sneering
Through lips, now painted
Only with your lies.

The hair has gone from your face
And the slightly crusty saliva
Has long ago been wiped away with my tears
(Not to mention your breath,
Lost like an autumn breeze).

55 Fiction

For those who don't know, 55 Fiction is a style of storywriting using only 55 words to tell a story. I've always been a fan of constrained styles of writing, so I thought I'd give it a go. It's always nice to blur the tenuous divide between poetry and prose. I thought I'd make it in a sci-fi style; I think it's pretty existentialist.

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Riker left the Quasarbar, and took a drag on his photon cigarette. Polaris-beta was seething with off-worlders this time of the solar cycle. “Buy Zzkzzon's!” the billboard opposite screamed. Bio-flies hovered, scintillating in the Phosphos. Ash settling fast, he sighed, breath hanging in heavy atmosphere. Life was better when the humans were still alive.

Jazz

Zippydeepipdepippdepowwww
zoo--WOP--zoo---WOP-zoo-WOP-----

scibbydideebadoosriddyBAOdiBOW
doo--WOP--doo---WOP-doo-WOPdePOW
boom boom (boom) boom boom boomboom
!doobiedoobiedoobie!
boom boom boomboom boom boom

dee!

pow!

DEE!

POW!

(ba) DUM DUM DUM (ba) DUM DUM DUM DUM
sribbyscribbysribby -!-!-!-
p.p.p.p.p.p.ppppp.p.p.p..p.ppp.p.p.p.p.p.

RREEEEEEOOOOOOOEEEEEOOOOOUUUUWWWWW

scra!

Ode to an Aeroplane

East to West
Great grey skytube
Held aloft by nothing
But air
Filled with travellers
Some business class
Some economy
All travelling forwards

West to East
Returning home
Weary wanderers with eyes
Filled and hearts
Made lighter
But not their luggage

O, aeroplane
Glint in sunlight
Scudding through the clouds
You are the globe shrinker
The train of tomorrow
You are our saviour