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September 2020 Collage Poem: The Silence Still Talking
Herring-packed collisions gravitate together
In her own Wonderland she avoids the looking glass,
Red rain washes the stain away
Tonight we re-zoomed our relationship
Renewed our unspoken vows
The gods of Zoom count their coins in the jungle
Pollocks ! she cried, I'm at the wrong disco!
Marching onwards in this town of mine
The anger of the forgotten people
And those...
Monday 28th September 2020 10:59 pm
September 2020 Collage Poem: Out of the Land
You need to play blue guitar at this interview Miss.
while sitting back to the sea
Put on your red shoes and dance to Nigel’s blue guitar
strangers humming the songs of tomorrow's vocals
Shadows of sinners dancing across the years
as Nigel's guitar gently weeps
the boom and the base of neighbours shouting from next door to turn the noise down
You won't believe what just h...
Monday 21st September 2020 10:12 pm
August 2020 Collage Poem: Out of the Earth
Spinning out of control history going mad
Gunpoetry Plotters spinning music by the River of Time
drunker and drunker with each nearer step he took on the road to Manchester
A susurration of stanzas and verses skim across the rooftops of Stockport.
relentless ripples of summer clouds
Grim it up, brother
Grim it up, sister,
graduate from sad.
a driver pausing in the...
Monday 10th August 2020 9:17 pm
July 2020 Collage Poem: No Wasted Anger
A heart that sleeps has a silent love that is never heard
Nicola,
Paul
and Vincent paint their house yellow
The below is smaller, the walk is stronger.
The journey to social disorder is closer than you realise
without any drugs.
There's more, you thief of night
with butter dripping from my brush
something stolen from the edge of midnight
unsocial distancing while on free government...
Monday 13th July 2020 10:58 pm
June Collage Poem: The Other Side of Nigel
Wake up to the glory of a legendary Nigel we do not know
Nigel was gone when we rioted that night time
Nigel was gone when we ran out of chicken pie
It was the day they told us to learn again in insanity
Nigel was first of course
Taking to unplug with Nigel
We are taunted or haunted by memories of the future
The inkwell was full of pulsating excitement
hitting the right notes in music a...
Tuesday 2nd June 2020 1:42 pm
May 2020 Collage Poem: Somewhere Out There
He's gone
gone
gone
I’m dreaming I’m Bohemian
Last time we met, gyroscopic diner punches back, back, back
punching mp3s isn't the same as punching records
This lockdown is never ending - send me more Vodka
The wrong place, at the wrong time, Icarus falls into the English Channel,
to be washed up on the white cliffs, and the Queen is left immortal,
as the freedom monarch
...Wednesday 13th May 2020 10:49 am
April 2020 Lockdown Collage Poem
Watching the walls begin to change in pieces
It burns my soul to write positive poetry
Let it all hang loose
To be or not to be the scarf asks why are you not wearing me?
An invisible army on the road to Damascus
The exhibition bats bored of paintings and poems
Decide to watch Netflix upside down
Rats take over postal sperm banks
If tears could come they would
The Stockport Nihilist S...
Monday 13th April 2020 10:18 pm
March Lockdown Collage Poem
Dreading the task of a thousand spots
Lost worlds now more than just regrets or soiled paths not taken
Walking through life with coke, crack, and endless possibilities.
In the amber of panic a book of hauntology is born
The biggest April fools prank ever
Miniature portraits of a poetic diaspora under curfew still deliver haunting lines
Gaining a better view at the edge of the world
Ta...
Friday 3rd April 2020 1:48 pm
March 2020 Collage Poem: There’s a Rumour Going Round that Street
Righteous and correct, the clown wilts
Rumour has it I saw someone in costume
From a magazine advertising hard goods.
It’s left my heads in bolts and screwed up.
Unlock my imagination.
No you can’t have a pancake: it’s Saturday!
Run your fingers through the rubble
At the altar of vengeance
Rumour has it, God is forgotten and pancakes need Nutella.
...Tuesday 10th March 2020 11:33 am
January 2020 Collage Poem: Famous People I've Never Met
In the new dawn of dreams
Adolf sits on his final throne of dirt dug deep,
Wondering if the English Bard would have loved him so,
Don’t go down that street!
We are wild-walking beings with a side of dark heart.
Sheep have beautiful contours and very furry
Hurry up Steinbeck, you’re rambling
Sitting on tailored lawns through polished glass
Not as cool in old b...
Tuesday 14th January 2020 5:23 pm
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