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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

So the first page of a new book…
So the first page of a new book…
Was ist los?
Entschuldigungs bitte.
Deep fried and in the vein of murphy’s magical pig.
He wandered left right left.
Sheba purred and swam the breast stroke.
Kalamazoo in plimpsoles.
Mother did you hear they dropped the frogs?
Unt zertanks shall roll vonce again across the plain.
Hey buddy, I don’t like your jazz hands.
Put on these black lady muslim gloves.
I’m swaying side to side like a Latina groove.
Bottoms up, my beauty.
Hair like a badger.
That new labour dominatrix look.
You know the one
Phwoaar!
Beside the point. Carry on nurses.
Unglue the dressing.
Put down the up and sideways graft the sloppy bawbag meat.
Air hair lair.
My larynx performed with the footlights.
She went all squiffy.
Ooh no, robbed by a ghastly crack head again.
But that’s okay because there are large scale sandwiches in an upscale neighbourhood and jolly old Freddie will be ever so chummy.
The Icelandic warbles in a chill fm stylee about frozen fish, space dust and liquidised pixie glands.
Everything changes but knowing that won’t relieve your security anxiety.
Watt Watt!
Heaven knows we’re all Eastenders now.
Even Kathy.
Play the piana, the old Joanna – chompy stompy plinky plonk owz about that then me old kipper?

Enough you wurzel, turf off the hedgehog breath.

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Never surrender said Paisley
Never surrender said Paisley,
 The pope is the devil so he is
China girl
Thriller
Merry Christmas Mister Lawrence
Ghandi
Pillboxes made from pixels
The bleeping of the zx days
Batman reruns
Televisualised brain
The cup that runneth over
No time for egghead ways of lateral thinking
EGGward deBONO
And I still haven’t found Wembley Stadium
Challenger
Kings Cross
Those deaths so distant
South Africa tyres on fire
Looks funny – not real
But drama, plays Singing Detectives
That’s real, oh no the boy saw his mum
 Doing it in the bushes!
Is my mum doing it with the window cleaner?
Is my dad doing it with that woman?
Worse than tv deaths.
In fact U2 and CND and Amnesty were cool ,
Lets make this world a better place,
Peter Gabriel hugging Kate
I can relate
Can I get in between you
And have a little cry too?
But Thatch man
Thatcher woah and Tebbit and Northern Ireland, its ok because here is Ben Elton and he is gonna hug us and that cup of tea and chocolate biscuit with a cat purring on your lap feels all good again.
All curled up and safe once more.
Before “going to the pub”
But there is a party, and there is cider now
 And maybe smoke a tiny bit of hash if you’re lucky.
Girls, yeah, but only for your friends, cause you are weird, and they sense that.
Oh well, but I’m reasonably good at maths.
O-level not A-level so much.
But I stepped out of the hatch, like that heavy metal musician who fell out of the coach when he mistook the fire exit for the toilet.
Now I’m here in front of a screen.
In some stranger’s house.
Gathering memories together and snuggling up inside them.
The 1980s – looks like the silvery paper from the inside of a packet of fags.

Sniff it. You can almost step back. 

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gathering dust
gathering dust,
kookaburra
little old dandy randy
take me to Gerome
clinic sandwich
in the rough grass
hen party necklaces
foo yung egg slicer
lips of red nausea
follow me in the darkness
escape capsule
splashdown
break the glass
I’m not in love oh no
Trippy so trippy
Leashed and tethered
Somnambulant butcher
Cress in a small plastic tray
Recorder class behind glass bricks
Still waiting
Vanilla scoop
Have faith in the lack of time
It all ended and began
So luck and sorrow
 And gloves and scarves
Toast the dawn
Stretch and avoid
The nagging doubts
Bollocks I was wrong
Need to blind some horses
Shout and curse
Push boulders from a cliff
Writhe in a hysterical naked fit
Hammer the earth with a fist
A primal scream
Warble lips um ga ga bumbly boo
Cuckoo miaow
Grab at woolly woolly things
Nuzzle
That tree loves me
That soil really cherishes me
Oh yes it is true
It cannot be denied

Yes the branches and leaves 

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Snide pod
Mulligans
Beverley sisters
Mannish prod
Babycakes
Mish mash
Bubble trouble
Clumsy elf
Nifty badger
Choose your side
Aye or nay
Tufts of war
Greenwich hangover
Lovely scones
The trigger
Calamity
Boognish smiles
A frightened arc
Master and slave
Shozbot
Manic times
Europavision
Blood lakes
Infinite pool
Armageedon
My face painted blue
Knuckle duster
A table leg in a placcy bag
String vest philosopher
Dunoon again

My friend…

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Wednesday, April 30, 2014

A Kilburn worker
Exhausted itchy eyes
Been pumping it
Caffeine yeah
Back on top
I’m here for you
You are all around
 Bumping hanging sitting round bottoming
Wrinkled beards and big finger rings on the sunny bench
 Where Tennents Super sits proudly in distinguished blue
Need a top up
Eyes glide past racks of coloured fruit and veg
Dreams like this at age seven
2001 Jupiter flight over infinite perspective lego landscapes
Ever evolving and randomly propagating
This high street yeah
You can sing its song
Voice your thoughts aloud to an Irish folk tune
Do its memory justice
Leprefuckinggamblingchauns on the window of
What was Biddy Mulligans
Now a Ladbrokes for broke lads
I get my morning bananas from a bowl
In front of me the men and women get blue bags
Filled with cans of brew
Breakfast with a bang
I get served ahead of them,  give the worker his healthy fruit

You wasters can wait, show the worker some respect.

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the cry on the street today is not spare change please - it is a desperate "buy me some fooood!"

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Waiting for Godden: Poem / The Back Of The Internet
Waiting for Godden: Poem / The Back Of The Internet



this is a pretty cool poem y'all

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Friday, March 14, 2014

Pistols At Dawn
I have my own voice
 A hangover
Just the juster just person
 My lady
 My bloody valentine
King crimson
The knackers yard
 Old faithful
 Thumper
 Boxer
Bonemeal
 Glue
 In the tube tunnel
At the leather chair the gentleman’s bottom
Sits firm in suited hem
Squeak lean fart sigh
Guilty my lady
 Killer my gentleman
Not so fast he is clean cut
Not shaggy but muscular
Green light
Red light
Jesus and the de’il
Will he won’t he
Shall not argh there is a wasp in my hair
Aargh it is down my neck
Stinging me
Aargh strip off my shirt
Flail my arms
Got to kill that wasp
 Where is it?
Must be here?
 I am stung
 Am I not?
Heat haze,
The smell of petrol
Phones all out of battery
Oil rigs and bunny hops and
Sandy shores
The big whale
Banged up on that island
Should have died there
Fuzzy wuzzies
Curly locks
I’m not afraid
I got my gangster glock
Shiver me timbers
That’s not cricket
My lady
Oh sure, just an orange juice for me
No no
We’re in love
Fucking love her love her
Love her bitch bitch
Cunny hunny
Squeeze own
 I own this woman
My own love this tight
Bitch she’s mine
I’m not afraid
Got my gangster piece
She knows it
My bitch in the wooden house
The kennel
My kennel
The grass outside
The oil tanker
The fumes
I’ll walk
Get some air
She’ll be right
Gonna be sick
Sea sickness
Wait no I didn’t
It was them
I’m not scared
Just a kid
Didn’t do
Daddy said
I’d be right

It’d be ok

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Friday, September 13, 2013

saab

saab, originally uploaded by dweller88.

in my childhood neighbourhood I found an orange Saab


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Sunday, September 08, 2013

remembering spring

remembering spring, originally uploaded by dweller88.


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