people laughed
but they couldn't take it away from me:
it was a mistake
but at least it was mine
Saturday, October 09, 2021
Own Goal
Tuesday, October 05, 2021
Following Footsteps (owed to the west wind)
For Granny Do
even mercury is stabilised,
- from the patter of tiny feet
to the clogs they inherit -
by the hermetic wings
of our talarial tarsels
some people are scared
to dress in clothes of the dead
but i like the thread
to wear as they wore
my nan had a thing for footwear
she cared about shoes that support
the arch, the bridge, with the extra sole
this was the goal
she found her feet
before she started thinking on them
she laid foundations
she invested the hours
willing growth into roots and leaves and flowers
the teacher in her
that can be found in us all
if itself supported and fostered and cultivated
if given a chance,
if given space to dance
she said
her biggest regret in becoming old
was being no longer able to don
a pair of heels, high and mighty
a stilted Aphrodite
with the prosthetic legs
that could make a single parent tower
with posture, poise and power
later in life
she would always shell out
for the sported brands
advocating her loyalty to the stripes
and the gods
claimed it could help you stop going flat
a step with an engineered spring
Doreen loved to sing
never pronated
chin up, chin up
the world awaited
and when she died
after the eyes had dried
there was the usual clearance
amongst which i was asked
if i wished her trainers
and it clicked, like heels
in this house of cheap skates
trying to make a world
in which there's no place for waste
so i adopted these goods
3 pairs, 7.5
enough barleycorns for a perfect fit
she had gone up in size
as her stature shrank
as she struggled with her laces
too frail for embraces
triggering memories of myself
as a vulnerable grand child
as i struggled to resolve my own knots
and cross the dots
three years i have walked in her shoes
literally, figuratively, and much more than a mile
she is with me
in these innocent memento moris
these prosaic props, my little foundations
in my tread, in my gate, in my wandering tangents
helping me think
of the way that i walk
and correct my carriage
beyond the lonely meaning of marriage
allowing me to hold myself
after years of petty posturing
and adolescent neglect
now, with intent, mindful
of the things upon which i impose
my weight
i've a whole other person here
guiding my step
like when i was young
she was my third and fourth lung
blowing wind in my sails
helping me glide along the rocky and rambling trails
when i couldn't keep up
only half a sea in my cup
now again the canvas is filled by zephyrs
and taken by the subtle stroke of feathers
Saturday, September 18, 2021
A Trajectory of Ideas from the Kings of Waffle
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
egg and gammon
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gammon_(insult)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonel_Blimp
really get it on their face and
particularly on the chin.
egg on the crumbling dead façade
of man,
now a withering feathered dinosaur;
husked and musky.
all people alike will break fast,
where a scalped summit engenders
soldiers with the gooey insides
emerging s l o w and pahoehoe,
gold blood of the planet
in igneous swarms of dialectic convection
under the continental cranial crust,
as the minds' embers meld
white matter
into the yoke
thatbindsustogether
lest cooling magma turns to stone
in one final grave rotation
before total petrification.
stubborn... and hard boiled.
stuck in its form, the zones remain discontinuous
instead of flowing and srcamlbed
(which is clearly superior)
mixed and jumbled with a mongrel amalgam.
hell, throw some pepper and chilli on it
or at least let the colour run,
run away like a liquid take the shape of your container get into all the corners mobile and dynamic maybe even grow legs and escape the box maybe even develop maybe even evolve.
humpty dumpty grows old!
and the cra/cks start to show
and we mustn't forget,
that a rotten egg will float to the SURFACE
like a corpse, vacuous and full of hot air.
like a blimp, like a colon:
as the meningeal membranes recede, aging
flesh replaced by gas
and
Hark!
an egg only grows when fertilised
and the grey areas of self
that are cancer and parasite
will always hijack the native resources
"you unwanted growth"
"you tumour"
"you boil"
(we might say)
"...and where is my surgery?
...my warm compress?"
yes, yes, it is tempting, for sure,
but it's not always necessary to pull out the steak
knives, or the tempered, steely scalpels.
simply rejoice at the sizzling sound
of a subducting slab
of meat going under,
and into Earth's furnace
they can shout about it till they're rose in the face;
shout till their pendulous jowls are plum with constipation,
but the flabby hunks of flushed pork
move inexorably towards happy extinction.
in a shell, CaCO4 is synchronised by proteins
into a crystal lattice chrysalis
adorned by Protoporphyrin IX
like an alien king
the haem-like pigment
creating the illusion
of a pink and brown exterior
bulging and proud
but secretly, the skin is colourless
Tuesday, May 04, 2021
paltry poultry and foul fowl
they're all going to
we're all going to
*
and the billion bloodied beaks
all the bills have broken
now the scales have been tipped
over and over
the pecking little faces
headbutting the ground
they used to wear a crown
now knee deep in shit and death
by a man with a dead eye
for a man with a beady eye
in their heavenhell feathers
you'd have to thread rope through the eyes
of haystack needles
of barbed bògòlanfini cloth
into a noose for Antony Fisher
pioneer of the battery farm
after all that's been shelled
cut from the same cloth as Eichmann
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Friday, January 22, 2021
ova
i'm not ready, yet
and yet, this husky shell
with its one great wall
or an infinite number of walls
depending on how you consider a curve
wafer-thin and all encompassing
and yet, this hull in which i am the nut
for now, all albumen jelly and carrier proteins
wherein thought remains embryonic
patiently pursed
for the advent of my re-re-reconstruction
for the passage through the oviduct
careful journey to the outside sphere
to hatch like a sunrise
and spill my yolk into the world



