Brother can you spare a dime?
Brother Can You Spare a Dime
I got drunk in a
a Portland bar
thirty minutes after
I had exited my
girl-friend's car,
she text
to tell me
that she had finished with me
that that that was that.
I sat drinking
and pouring tears
into my whiskey
a guy with an
English accent
joined me
we had a good time.
I bought all the drinks
as I remember.
I l...
Friday 30th December 2016 9:26 pm
proud Scots wha hae
Which ever way
the voters turn
(Robbie, river and the flame)
for Auld lang syne
they've crossed the burn
proud Scots wha hae
a land to claim.
And even if
the map's the same
and even if
Westminster rules
Scotland's braves
they've yet to tame
coz they've the oil
ye Southern fools.
Saturday 24th December 2016 11:35 am
Happy Birthday Bill
Repost in memory of the 55th anniversary of his birth.
I love Bill Hicks (while being tickled)
...I love Bill Hicks (laughing)...
...no no, stop...
...I love Bill Hicks (laughing)...
...no I love Bill Hicks honest...
...hahaha...shhh...
...I love Bill Hicks behave...(laughing)...
...shh...stop it! I love Bill Hicks...
(wistfully)
Bill Hicks
dea...
Thursday 15th December 2016 2:02 pm
Higgs Boson pt2 (Haiko)
125 GeV/c2
Point a stick at the sky
count its meanings
and wonder why
The Boson that is Higgs,
hides when it jiggs,
with an end nearly instant -
and the unification of quantum chromodynamics still quite distant-
the search for the particle,
was often quite farcical.
The technology involved
in the mass that's financial
unlike the thing itself
was massivel...
Monday 5th December 2016 12:39 am
Cohen.
Workers and poets
down tools:
Cohen is dead.
Cohn is amongst
that now lost crowd
more distant in
their remembering
they can pass their
left words
freshly traced
their lines
to be born with
searching
again
Friday 11th November 2016 10:06 am
Election USA
Conniving madness-
ever in the wings-
has come centre stage
strutting with a fringe
as a stick
with which to stir
a pot of bile and fear
whose drips and spills
point towards
a new strategy:
suicide
disorder
and self harm
that hang about
on every corner
on every farm
as wild seeds
are privately sown
in a different time
and every home.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
...Tuesday 8th November 2016 9:59 pm
AmeriKana
AmeriKana night
bought from a shop
outfits and make-up
Ker-ching
trick-or-foodbank night
sweets for teeth
knocked doors
ringing fingers
spend spend spend
Duck-apple
penny fades dangling on a string
creek in your neck
apples bobbing in a bowl
drowning for fun
scary stories in the dark
cheap as f*** night.
words and ffoto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 1st November 2016 11:15 am
She runs...
She runs down the
meadow
Catching grasping at her
breath
Faster faster
Legs akimbo
While her shadow
crept.
Words By Dad + Roisin
Foto Tommy Carroll
re-edit
Saturday 29th October 2016 9:05 pm
She runs...
She runs down the
meadow
Catching at her
breath
Faster faster
Legs akimbo
While her shadow
crept.
Words By Roisin
Foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 29th October 2016 2:06 am
Sir! - step away from the pot
Conniving madness-
ever in the wings-
has come centre stage
strutting with a stick
with which to stir
a pot of bile and fear
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 15th October 2016 8:31 pm
Higg's Boson
125 GeV/c2
The Boson that is Higgs,
hides when it jiggs,
with an end nearly instant -
and the unification of quantum chromodynamics still quite distant-
the search for the particle,
was often quite farcical.
The technology involved
in the mass that's financial
unlike the thing itself
was massively substantial.
Sunday 11th September 2016 9:08 pm
Mirror cracked
In the mirror
I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...
I knew that once
I turned away
that we would meet again
that he would watch
the back of my head and
whisper once more my name.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 29th August 2016 11:51 am
Tour de France
Annual posting
oooh ahhh
oooh ahhh
oooh ahhh...
aching buttocks
aching thighs
unseen crowds
unseen skies
between the shoulders
lakes of fire
stinging eyes
on the spinning tyre
calves and heart
will explode
grip the handles
eat the road
kilo meters
whirring chains
mountain passes
grassy planes
the body's racked
the body begs
...Sunday 3rd July 2016 12:38 am
"Yes You! at the back of the queue"
Sunday 12th July 2015 11:47 pm
-a rap-
We clap some Blacks,
them entertaining Blacks,
on stage, in film and racing tracks
tho' we mow the shacks
and dish out smacks
to those working blacks.
We clap them Blacks
and forget them whacks
and the blistered backs
of hands that buy
the music tracks
and then we clap them
Blacks them stand-up...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 11:18 pm
Paradoxes: 1; 2; 1.5 and
1]
A Paradox is a conflation of stigmata: The certainty of mathematics and ones inability to describe (in language) what we experience. This confusion is the point at which motion obeys all laws and defines all laws.
A paradox is a conflation of contradictory assertions. At no time nor space, are you able to ascertain the point at which a changeover occurs... Movement never occupies a serie...
Friday 10th June 2016 2:01 am
et Spiritus Sancti
The rasping metal teeth
unfolding it awaits
my finger points
you lean
and then
we smile
and your mouth
sucks
whilest you are
looking at me
I sigh
and I bless your head
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 7th June 2016 3:07 pm
They never called me nigger
Blow after blow-
maybe
his greatest
victory
was his refusal
to fight
the Vietnamese.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 4th June 2016 12:07 pm
Looking out of a window
alone and together
with Tom
a lost argument
in the swill of your each
and every drink
whilest watching
the traffic below
your ache for words
in the track of
his next and every song...
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Wednesday 1st June 2016 11:55 pm
The Votive offering
''here- hold this''
he offers it to her-
she holds out
her hand-
''keep your fingers together''
he smiles-
she sighs
holding her fingers apart-
''try and grasp it''
he watches her.
Looking at him
she forgets her hand-
he picks it up
and, again smiling,
he repeats-
the votive offering-
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 23rd May 2016 3:31 am
The Gaoler's daughter
The oblivious kind -
that you must be,
because of their eyes
that you don't see.
The conspirators that
plot with devices
who clearly show
the signs of a crisis.
Those murmurers that
gather about you,
whisper of doings,
but don't dare to
You'r not privy
to their machinations
nor would-be
secret invasions.
Their intelligence
that will be used,
rebounds- and
leave them c...
Friday 13th May 2016 9:56 pm
Poetess
her written brevity
enjoyed a shrtness
of width
tho'
the words became her
they
oft' caught me
adrift
and while her
recollections
could be of
dire situations
her lines would
flow because
of her lack of
punctuations
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 10th May 2016 1:43 pm
Hillsborough ll
Hillsborough Inquest report due within the hour. Regardless of its conclusions no person will be found guilty as in a Crown court.
In no particular order here are some of the conclusions that I have drawn:
1) Architects- who have designed the ground and its access: GUILTY
2) Town planners who have passed the design: GUILTY
3) FA officials who agreed to use the Leppings Lane end of the grou...
Tuesday 26th April 2016 12:39 pm
wetting her lips
where butter melts
and honey drips
and parting comes
from parted lips
with my finger
I smear the dew
its knowing touch
from knowing you.
their nacent access
my tongue enquires
their warming wetness
wanting fires.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 18th April 2016 2:57 am
She pushed
MARXMAN. "All About Eve". 1993. original album version.
I often think about her,
turning away,
and pointing.
She points
(always)
from a winning stance...
She says that she
thinks about me,
or so she says...
I think of her push and shove
laugh, and her fingered
arguments- I was wrong
she was often correct
and as
we crawled into each other's
...Friday 11th March 2016 1:59 am
Her shadowed look
I now recall her smile
her voice and words
that when gathered gently
-like the corners
of a folded towel-
were placed between
her letters in my drawer
and like the now hidden
memory of her face
her parted lips in silence
said more than
spoken breath,
her shadowed looks
and gaze now hid
this mark.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
re-edited
Sunday 6th March 2016 10:53 pm
A Palestinian child's enquiry
"Please lay down
why?
I need you to lay down
will it take long?
not at all
will my father know?
yes
will my mother object?
shh now
can I pray first?
yes"
How easy it is
to bequeath a
stopped breath,
to point towards-
at arms length
or twenty fields
-the gasp from fire,
how easy to reload
and hold
the repeated
sigh,
as if ...
Tuesday 1st March 2016 4:35 pm
Taxi at the door
one
bottle of Drambuie
I 'phoned her again
two
bottles of gin
she said she would sort something
three
bottles of Scotch
the 'phone rang but it was not her
four
bottles of vodka
more people than expected turned up
five
bottles of vermouth
she was not amongst them
six
bottles of wine
I rang her again
no answer: I left her a message
seven
...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 12:20 am
Monsoon winds
I would whisper the wind
to tangle your locks,
to tease your hair into a web
that entraps my thoughts
that entraps my
spoken wishes.
Let your hair be a
tapestry of my words
words traced as your
mouth is traced
while I whisper
those demands of you
I will lure your smile
with those fingered words
and let the Monsoon winds
whisper them back to me.
...
Thursday 21st January 2016 6:43 am
not Bill
(a response to Cottage holidays in the Lakes new advertising campaign)
Tom loves holidays
Tom has a fear of flying
Tom has a fear of drowning
Tom has been banned from wearing a life-jacket on the Mersey ferries
Tom has been refused a passport
Tom is not allowed to drive
Tom is averse to noisy amusement arcades
...ditto children
Tom has no tent-pegs
Tom has no tent
Tom hates camp...
Tuesday 19th January 2016 3:04 pm
p45
Whom the gods wish to destroy
its media they first employ
turning claimants into shirkers
making criminals of honest workers
the government then does its best
to thwart attempts to pass its test.
Thursday 14th January 2016 5:03 pm
Kill yourself
'By the way
If anyone here
is in the Tory party
or
votes Conservative
kill yourself.
Kill yourself,
It's the only way
to save your
fucking soul,
kill yourself.'
with apologies to Bill Hicks
foto unknown
Monday 4th January 2016 7:15 pm
Hotel
I prefer spending my time
during the Christmas holiday:
in a hotel
incognito
in bed
in the shower
in pajamas
in the dining room.
I prepare the week by
leaving my phone at home,
filling my suitcase with
pajamas, books, toiletries
And
a new notebook
some red pens,
some black pens
sharpened pencils
and a rubber.
And
Two cases of Stella
a dai...
Friday 1st January 2016 9:06 pm
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