‘Stop and search’ wonder if they’ll stop and help me to search for my lost youth?…
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Wind tunnels
You stir it and stir it and the whirlpool is there, it looks so inviting, so you suck it inside. words dribbling down your chin, but you’re still sucking it in as if stirring alone will not win you a place at the foot of god’s throne. Proofread and ready, are you…
Saturday
I’m awake now, and it didn’t take long to drop all the dreams in the fast flow of streams of my subconscious and as they make their way to the end of the day I’ll be waiting…
Timeless
Doing very well, so, who’s looking in the mirror at a ne’er do well? the twain do meet along the path. The sun cleaving its way through the covering of cloud. The morning shouting the day out loud. doing very well thank you very much…
’67 or thereabouts
The Hippie said, nice man, can I have a slice man. It was the summer of love before I knew what love was and what pain it could bring, where did all those flowers go and who sang the song? Under the Kaftan we got the drift on and moving on because that’s a…
What we fear
Blame it on the jeans the tightest jeans, her watch seems slow but tells the right time, it’s not my time that’s too obvious, she watches though oblivious to me, tick tock tick and I think, pick another time, watch as she takes another line to dissect me, like an insect she devours me, I…
Drifts aimlessly
time to sit and stew to think of everything but mostly you and me, make some tea leave it to brew sit and stew think of you and find the tea’s gone cold. Correct me if I’m wrong but nothing matters except matter, without matter we would be scattered to become untied and unlit atoms…
Loading, please wait
I’m just wondering if there’s a space or a place where they go, where what go? well, where do all the posts and tweets go that are unavailable? Is there an acceptable repository for what Facebook and Twitter don’t want you to see? or is it just me being nosey?…
Glimpses valleys
I could blame it on society the way they hotwired crime and time in me blame all the grime I see on this dysfunctional society, but no, I take the bow take the drop the blaming thingy has to stop and lo’ it stops at my door. Dear Lord, there’s no need to applaud or…
Is it poetry yet
Tube full weather dull, Bethnal Green looks grey but it’s Saturday and you can’t win them all. #foreverfalling…
The Saturday list
Time to iron the wrinkles out and sprinkle stardust in my hair, lay my clothes out on the bed and decide on what to wear, scroll through Facebook take a quick look another like here and there. Feed the budgie feed the cat or maybe the budgie’s already done that…
Capital
Everything is free until they come for you as they came for me, see, the biggest scam they ever worked was fooling us into working, a bit of Penn and Teller? no they’re the good guys they only fool your eyes not your hopes. And I am not sinking I’m just floating underwater…
The man who broke into a boiled egg
The Saturday look inside and it’s all a bit suicide keep out! ‘dangerous structure’ but you know you can’t hide from the Saturday look inside…
Back soon
Laugh, write about love and bite me awake, let me shake those cobwebs from the rafters, clear my mind and listen to you. What’s what for if not to write more and it doesn’t matter if you don’t understand, I get therapy 100 bucks a session, to cure depression? or to prove my obsessions are…
Gordon Wilkes Jnr
these are the dreams of an inspired individual, colorful and never dull, creating youth from the statues that line overgrown gardens finding truth in Medusa and her eyes. Underneath the clock at Waterloo awaiting the soldiers return. It’s a fight to the death last one to draw breath wins I draw an ace from the…
‘Not only but also’
So, you’re offended that I offended you and they’re offended that we’re offended, we’re offended that they’re offended, we’ll all be unfriended and that’s offended me, who’s left to be offended? we should grow a pair, but that’ll offend someone out there, it’s keeping quiet time, say nothing to no one post no pictures, do…
Passengers
Socrates, the philosopher not the footballer, although I guess they both kicked things around, one on the field of play and one back in the day when philosophy made for a great party. me and ‘crazy horse’ civilisation? tea? but of course and a Garibaldi. Brokers. Carving the dinner every one a winner except for…
When Saturday don’t sit right
You might not want to believe, but forced into the food they feed you are chains of molecules that can only lead you to wanting more, if the proof is in the pudding what more than proof is it you need? Addiction on a grander scale. let’s get ’em hooked suck ’em in and take…
Snakes and adders
What defines us is the minus and we’re on a sliding scale, some will rise above it all (Kilroy on the garden wall) some will sink into oblivion which leaves the rest to carry on. Mindlessly we sit and stare bearing in mind we may not be there, but someone is. This is like a…
Rearranging the cells
Stay in bed Saturday? a dream away lazy day? no way, I have to labour if only to feel as Hercules did. So I slid off the mattress to dress and stood a bit taller, if only to impress the mirror which looks a bit more like me the more that I see it. They’ve…
