The Process Of The Fake News Meme
meanwhile..
meanwhile
back at the ranch..
a baby boomer marxist rock star
just took a gong
it must be the new neo marxist third way
not gaddafi's third way
but that other fella's
third way
the marxist rock star
the obligatory one-legged lollipop lady
the arms dealer
the charity ceo that helps war victims
thrown in
for balance
and
a slebrity
a poet
a food critic
a ...
Saturday 31st December 2016 11:48 am
Bollywood National Anthem/Bollywood Bleach Cologne
We have determined
To let you all be upstanding for the Bollywood National Anthem
So sing
For Bollywood hymns
Show your gratitude common woman common man
The silver screen thespians advertising Bollywood Skin Bleach Cologne
Are expecting
Your expectorated respectfulness vacuum packed
Prone
Protean Thought Clones..
Please be moved to be upstanding for the Bollywood National Anthem
Show...
Wednesday 21st December 2016 12:25 pm
Cracked Symbols
the cracked string-bead spaghetti throng swirls bedazzled
bedraggled and comically wretched
a mournful shimmer around cartoon candles
huddling in the gloaming gloom
unragged and healthy
the hum of the crayon-prayer-faithful numb
their pagan-bling makeshift memorial
an installation art totem
as delicate as graffiti sold on the shopping channel
bottles of vodka nestle with silver spoons...
Wednesday 7th December 2016 9:56 am
Sun And Air
I've fallen deeply in love with the girl
Hiding in the electronic check-out number four.
She never sounds sad or angry.
Her perfect, modulated tones,
Oh, how I wish to take her home.
There she hides beneath the screen,
"Please place the item in the bag..",
So I respectfully place my vegan mayonnaise,
In the bag.
In the past,
Leaning close to her bar-code reader,
I've whisper...
Saturday 3rd December 2016 1:30 am
The Scent Of Broken Glass
Every time I see your face,
It reminds me of your face.
How do you do that?
If you can read this poem,
Then you're standing far too near.
Step back a little, slowly,
Making sure you don't bump into the poem behind you.
If you place your nose next to this poem,
You will realise it's made of glass.
If you place your nose next to this glass,
You will realise it's made of poem.
If y...
Sunday 6th November 2016 2:12 pm
Nuclear Bombs In Beige
Purple mustard and beige
Became less trendy shades in the nascent global warming age
When anti-nuclear camping grannies
Militant establishment barons enraged
Yet some of us wayward lambs were charmed
Perhaps Armageddon's reaper skis might yet slalom
So we could hide under kitchen tables evading school
Old Formica a formidable repellent of eighties radiation
MAD seemed preferable to anoth...
Wednesday 2nd November 2016 2:31 am
Bleeding-Edge Prophet
(folks, this one is a bit of an epic, so have a cup of tea ready, or perhaps a few shots of vodka..)
And Lo
So let it be said
And let it also be written thus
And let it be passed down through the generations
Like rare unicorn musk..
There was once a man so wise
And this wise man was a very wise man
And he did offer me deeply learned counsel
And he did point to a very far away pla...
Saturday 22nd October 2016 4:56 am
That Inevitable Question
A handful of commuters,
On the platform,
Waiting,
Were waiting,
A man -
Some bloke,
Walked past me,
And up to the self-service confectionery machine,
And started making noises: huh! huh! hoohauuh! hooh-hoh!
So..
I asked myself that inevitable question:
Should I turn around?
Should I turn around?
Do I really need to see why this man -
This bloke -
Is making these strange noises?
Sunday 16th October 2016 2:51 pm
A Lamp Post
A lamp post tourniquet of wilted roses,
Hang;
They weep and fuse inside their bag,
Of polythene-condensation-tears.
It's been there for a week or so now.
A note attached,
Rain-ink-drips block capitals:
"WHY YOU WERE SO LOVELY".
A bent-double bollard -
A dislocated thumb,
Its wire fangs and bone,
Expose the torn pavement flag bare.
Child undone:
A hit-and-run.
Wednesday 12th October 2016 10:07 am
The World's First Hypertext
Poetry
The hypertext of the soul
The before and after of rock and roll
Lines of diamond sculpt the snow
A crystal show kaleidoscope
Drafted by decoders inked with light
Their burning eyes sift the night
In dreaming true allotments grow
Such orchids shape in moon shadow
Poetry
The hypertext of the soul
The enfolding aurora manifold
What forces shape the mind's binary star
The ...
Sunday 9th October 2016 1:51 pm
The Transcendentalist
So the scents of pre cornflake sex
And post energy drink breath
Pervades the carriage like a squid squadron infusion..
Acrid lemon bleach musk cologne
Tinkly-plink-thud beats effervesce from earphones
She leans arching on the glass pane knackered
Eye-liner Rothko remastered
Her groin marine satyr
Not so lucky a bastard
She receives a sext from another torpedo piece of spam with pecs
Ni...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 7:02 pm
Meanwhile, In Sweden
Human resources -
She works in human resources.
Don't tell anyone.
Sometimes I hear those screams from her basement;
Screams like giving birth to a fully grown and functioning dentist.
Then, after the screams,
There's that familiar matryoshka doll silence.
The crooked blood leaks from her sleek harbinger mouth,
As she carries the sleek heavy-duty plastic refuse bags,
One by one,
To...
Saturday 17th September 2016 6:53 pm
Tycho (Deviationist Astronaut And The Zany Karmic Architect)
I'm rushing below the firmament in a submarine
Pulled up by balloons
Rocket thrusters won't work in a vacuum
The torrid plasma liquid washes over the viewing screen
And the Hubble telescope cannot anywhere be seen
This periscope doesn't recognise the space handed to us it seems..
Am I floating beneath the epidermis of a prison planet scheme
I fear this is way beyond my theosophical steam
...
Monday 29th August 2016 11:39 am
The Vast Asterism Dawn
Yet close
Yet not
Nursing only the mirage
Threading through the veiled horizon
Or release
The lifting
The reveal
A beauty insane
The first spark
Igniting the internal jet ruby
Imparting the call answer
Sweeping up all my nights' rivers
Washing away stones carelessly thrown
Rivulets melt time frozen reshowing
let go let go
Drops
Drops flung
The infinite ocean a drop
One dr...
Saturday 27th August 2016 1:56 am
I Had To Write This Poem
I had to write this poem
because I thought of this one great line,
What do you think -
will it stand the test of time?
Well, I had to write it down
to deter other poets stealing this idea;
You know lines are clutched from the atmosphere,
Or they fall like apples, spill over like beer.
I had to write this poem,
Because I thought of this one great line;
Like a beat messiah,
My acid m...
Saturday 20th August 2016 4:03 pm
Duty Of Care - Extreme Combat
Dear all
Please take this refresher advice as a friendly reminder
Of our protocol for calling in sick
Which is
In the first instance call the shift supervisor
Inform them why you are unable to attend your shift
Be as clear as possible
The more information the better
We don't need to hear a blues lyric
Only the truth
This information will of course remain ...
Friday 12th August 2016 1:23 pm
In-Love Doggerel
You're a starship powered on Xanadu nectar;
I'm a pogo stick on coal.
You're a majestic arc of the milky way;
I'm a quark in an unsold cheese roll.
Your eyes launch songbirds and sonnets;
Come fly with me on my crackling comet.
Your hair evokes the erotic scents of perfumed night bazaars;
I exude burning tyres on torched, smashed deisel cars.
Beside you a pulsar is like a sorry matchstic...
Thursday 4th August 2016 8:30 am
Poem of the Week
(Inspired by Write Out Loud's discussion thread: Poem of the Week)
So
This week
It can be announced Gong-Ka-Bong
That this poem
Is Poem of the Week
Art
Love
And a celebration of the communing with our etheric higher sense
Amen
So
Let us join together
And let the blood-letting commence
Observe the cowering bastards sit on the fence
Poets can be a vicious breed
Almost as obnoxiou...
Saturday 9th July 2016 9:43 am
Forest Gate Mystery Train (Spoken Word)
I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
With my burgled geranium eyes.
I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
Sighing goldfish clock sardine spies.
Spammed atomic; trolleyed marine,
Frost-buckled arms glow margarine,
Slender dolls slalom offside knees,
Capsules backslide into the stalagmite City.
Tutankhamen consortia;
Shoulder-penguins soggy cadge the dap...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 4:04 am
I Am The World's First Selfie Poem
I am the world's first selfie poem,
Held aloft by the world's first selfie poem stick,
A look-at-me wordsmith pic,
Here I am fluttering beside Tower Bridge.
So here I pose on the left bank;
Here I'm by the Eiffel Tower,
Here I selfie seductively next to the shower.
Ignore the bidet -
Admire my framed parchment hanging above a plastic flower
pot.
Here I am analysed by a poet I barely ...
Monday 13th June 2016 4:54 am
I'm Going To Write A Poem About You
Childish I'm sure
But the way that pavement cyclist
Pedestrian-pranged me his signature
I became his press-ganged human speed-bump
Suffering concrete-kissing discomfiture
Well he certainly deserved nothing less
than the back hand of my pierian
So as the pebble-assed smurf pelted away
Revolving dalek camera on his pompous high viz head
I brushed myself down
Bracing myself for what I a...
Monday 6th June 2016 11:59 am
You Should Have Been Here Yesterday (Copenhagen Unicorns And Stockholm Starfish)
You should have been here yesterday
Ten thousand flamingos danced all over the square
A bouquet of jasmine blooms filled the air
Golden geese spiralled a mid-air fanfare
Peace doves gently dropped ribbon boxes of chocolate eclairs
You should have been here yesterday
Billionaires gave away their mansions and wares
Rare paintings
and rare cars
with fre...
Friday 20th May 2016 2:13 pm
Safety Deposit Boxes In The Sky
safety deposit boxes in the sky
must i
safety deposit boxes in the sky
wish i could live the life in a safety deposit box in the sky
a capital flight commodity
a ghost of spaceships float satellite moscows and beijings
qatar to our city rich kids
wall to ceiling ceilings hang ceiling to ceiling floors
i shall set my controls for the heart of this rabbit hole
the dead cat bounce on the roc...
Sunday 21st February 2016 2:51 pm
Mind That Child
Mind that child
Which child
The Baby On Board child in the back of my car
How do you wish me to mind them
Drive carefully
My child is in the back of my car
Should I knock over the other children
Yes
That would be helpful
The school I wish my child to attend is over-subscribed
Don't quote me
The nuns
Unfortunately I don't have a driving licence
So I cannot drive a car
It would ...
Saturday 20th February 2016 10:55 pm
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