I’m a mythomaniac.I’ve got no empathy with facts.I make up things to not crack.I’ve got a devil’s tongue on my shoulder for pacts. I’m a mythomaniac.I’ve got a shallow grave for yakety yak.I make up things for what I lack.I’ve got an angel on my shoulder to wing it with my quack. I’m a mythomaniac.I’m …
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Pebble Beach
Pebbles under a towelmake sun-bathers scowl.Pebbles rolling in and outwith wind and wave clout. Pebbles prop up beach umbrellas.A slalom course of shady dwellers.Pebbles as miniature mountains to mount.Pebbles washed up like bodies to count. Hot under foot, pebbles drydull and grey under the sky.Grab a handful from the shore;Shiny-wet for a minute or more.
Electric Eclectic
A few poems from this collection from 2016..
Sleepy Head
Sleepyhead, shake a leg!Do some of those things you saidbefore you peg it.Baby, time to believe in yourself and beg. The siesta sun is bakingyour fried egg face on the bonnet.You’re waiting for an awakeningbut excuse yourself to sleep on it. Do you wake up and smell the coffee too late?Do you just cross off …
Cigarette break during filming
We both go outsideduring the break for a cigarette.Look at each other and you give a quick nod upwardsmeaning ‘You got anything to say yet?’ In the film since, I would have played my role:walked towards you, taken a dragand said something like ‘You want to go out?’looking into your eyes as you draw on …
Johnny Bizarre
Post office posts his collage facesto random names and places.When he’s not inspired he’s out of sortsbut when he is, he posts all kinds from his multi-faceted fort. He gets upset cos he can’t tell the differencebetween a compliment and an insultand has mood swings like a child in a playgroundas he blames himself cos …
Litmus Test
New collection called ‘Litmus Test’ (in menu above)- New poems, new collages 2021.
Catcrobatics
In a field not far away and nearer than it’s far,a team of cats are practicing in Circuslandia.Props for paws are all set out for them to do their tricks,Daring furry exploits in a moggy mayhem mix. A giant plastic foot for them to wrap their claws around,to then leap from, in unison, and twist …
Butterflies (It’s alright)
Music purists with a mess in their veinsspew out needle-injected words from their precious brains.Blabbing-about-nothing and soon-to-be forgettable socialitesdodgem-car roll at smoky jokes that waft off to canned laughter into noisy nights. If anything gets heavy,it’s alright ‘cos it’s only temporaryand butterflies in a bellybeep faint signs of life by the hospital’s bedside telly. Into …
goes without saying
it’s midnight, and if i’m not pissedi don’t think i spoke to anyone today.maybe the odd shopkeeper or tobacconistbut i kept myself mostly out the way.
