Essence

To capture the essence -
to fish for snowflakes

Thatcher's Epitaph (everything's better for penguins)

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bbA nnnnlot
oFor landmines     and     everythings's better for penguins    
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaukkkoooooooooo                             

Sun of the World

Great historic events demand:
A colon : 
And, also, :
GREAT. POETRY.
And rubbish historic events,
Demand?
So glad you asked..

Remember that parliamentary press enquiry
Where Murdoch was almost custarded with foam?
And MP's lined up to apologise to him,
So Murdoch graciously forgave them,
Then,
Zoomed off,
To one of his many well-appointed private jets?

Well quite rightly the evil custard fiend was put in..
Custardy, yes custardy!
And you can now
read all about it 
In..
hThe Sun on Sundayu,
Which will be nothing like
The News of the World,
Because?
Lessons have been learned.
Oh yes.

Hashtag Delete (Crash! Burn baby, tweet)

Hashtag delete -
From carnal filth and orchids
to blood-splattered spurned lover spam orchards.. 
Hashtag delete.

Hashtag delete -
From sensitive attentive forker 
to demented obsessive stalker
- within a week..
Hashtag delete.

Truly, madly, fuck off creep..
Love's e-card ejector seat,
You're a crash test effigy burning up at super-light-speed,
You're up the viral creek;
The revenge repackaged, resent, ricocheted, repeated,
Photos and accounts like widows weep are mysteriously deleted..
Hashtag delete.

Hashtag delete -
Personal profile mission creep;
Grim reaper's instant messaging fits of pique,
I listen to Radiohead for light relief..
Hastag delete.

Hastag delete -
Starfucker chic to slam-dunk freak,
Troll Shrek shriek gobspeak kneecapping 
- tweet.
Hashtag delete.

Flamed asylum seeker,
Return to Planet Bishop Beater,
Egg whisk sleet daydream believer..
Hashtag delete.

New age starchild playmate honey 
to old testament boiler of the bunny..
Hashtag delete.

Amore's mermaid from Venus melting in your arms
to Kali's cosmic pony squirting karmic vengeance napalm..
Hashtag delete.

Latte to heartache, party to wake;
Slick rom com flam to green eyed battering ram spycam,
Such sad ad nauseam 
reveals the typical arc of twenty-first century romance..
Hashtag delete.

LMFAO EIEIE0,
Saucy little minx
to you're the weakest link;
From you're the stars in my sky
to whose eaten all the pies?
And next time I see you I'll poke out both your eyes..
Hastag delete.
Hashtag delete.
Crash!
Burn baby, tweet.

There's No Reason For Ian Beale

Ian Beale
Slightly unreal
There's no rhyme to reason Ian Beale

Ian Beale
Beals On Wheels
There's really no reason for Ian Beale

What a pallavar
Ian Beale
There's no reason for Ian Beale
In a cardigan or in a pallavar
There's no reason for Ian Beale

Hare Rama Hare Krishna
Ian Beale Ian Beale
There's no reason for Ian Beale
Hare Hare
Not Ian Ian
There's the only reason for Ian Beale
In a cardigan or in a pallavar
There's no reason for Ian Beale

Pop Doggerel 2012

oh 
another new years's resolution over
the newer compromises keep mum
rupurt murdoch is now on twitter 
olympic gamblers train for their marathon run
and there won't be snow in africa next christmas
which is just as well 
then their crops really will be fucked
and the euro sceptics hubris will shine like syria
and coldplay are number one
it's 2012 and war with iraq is over
and another cold war with iran has just begun..

the shimmering - the origin of Dream

shimmering glitterball moonlight
crimson ribbon neon archangels' wings flutter their radiance

oud dew fragrance
inflamed chariot lovers kiss
immortal time-sand

the swooning heat vibrates

floating corner cosmos
the dilated eyes pluck out the cherry starlight
the whispering sirens anciently whisper venus breath over wing mirrors

ghostly murmuring hwwhoowhaashaaahaa

lamp lit assignation

nod or turn away
fleeting memories to savour -
the wallow of gulf stream nightingales
infatuation fleeting -

the choir aaaaaaoooowwwwaaaa

aaaaaoooowwwwaaaawhhhll

aaaaaaoooowwwwaaauu

nnnnnnhhhahahaaallmagenta as the marshalled deadly romance
dark blue as tomorrow's stairway down -

the splasher teardrops -

the inflamed sonnets porcelain

but for tonight the moth dance trips the dark fantastic
night lode night
the pure night squeeze dropship-dripping manna

the phantom echoes valley

valley echoes phantom

depth-charge transcendence

the snowflakes angel
everything falling in with you

envelop all distance
the goddess pulsation: spiral arms in her hands -
cosmic branches raising starforests -
the controller of everything
the petalled lunar eclipse cleanses the concrete waterways
peeling back the waves weaved from pulverised broken silk -
for even in england there's the lotus and the lamb

save the memory

publish later
the spirit of the dawn patrol will deal dimmering-of-night blows
but night will always away! for always this

the big bang blacked in silvery blaze

still rippling

the origin of Dream

He Needs To Scratch His Nuts, But He's On The Escalator, So There's No Way He Can Do It Now

There's no polite way of saying this:
He needs to scratch his nuts,

But he's trapped on the escalators,
So there's no way he can do it now..

It's one of those really long escalators,
And there's a beautiful woman two steps above him looking down -
Well it would be, wouldn't it?
So there's just no way he can scratch his nuts now..

The itch is on the right-side of his right one.

Driving him to insanity,
Brain-quake silent monk profanity.
Oh the inhumanity of such dead beat urbanity.
Why do gorgeous women always appear when you really don't want them to?

How can I vanish the itch on my right-side baby pomegranate?
I need to banish it with sandpaper and granite!
Why is this escalator so slow?
Maybe as many as fifty more seconds more to go..no..no, no.
Now my itch is morphing into an alien lobster -
Travelling up and tickling my knobster:
It's a fucking imposter!
I need to scatch my nuts. Now!
Forty seconds longer to go.
Forty more seconds of extreme toasted right conker,
And it's driving me fucking bonkers..
She's still looking down:
I'm a woebegoner;
I need to get hands-on the crab-nabbed doner..
Old Macdonald had an itchy doner
ow ow ow ow oh
And he needed an itch grater on the escalator
ow ow ow ow oh..
Ten more seconds to go.. 
Nine,
Eight,
Seven,
Six,
Five
and
a
half..
Five..
Nearly there..
Three,
Four,
I forgot four..
Two..
I mean three..
One!
No two,
One!
Half!
A quarter!
Zero!!

Just walk a few metres,
And past the turnstile,
And..
The itch...
- Gone?!
The cheeky bastard!
It's done one - it's gone!
How dare it do that?
Itch: Come back here right now!Come back!

Auto Sphinx

The scent, soggy,
The breath, moggy;
The chicken wing lamb,
On this train again.

Sits nothing like Buddha,
Legs splay Lynx spray gargoyle sutra.

Gnarl, gnarl, gnarl..

Masticating machete swiller,
Swooler:
The factory farm chemicals - with added poultry for seasoning,
Discover another toxic waste toothpaste dump to unspool into.
A decaying Sphinx.
A beached whale waiting to happen.
Poor kid -
A kite to blow away.
The lighthouse a night shade.

Haiku

for blue icey cold
her cherry cheeks radiate -
flush of love blossoms

Pilate Eyelet

What would Jesus do?

Cooed the camper,

What would the Romans do?

Lassoed the banker.

Eternal Flame

Love dissolves -
Indifference carries away the torch