for AA
thaw a madre I had
depress in organdy
decloth in crinoline
of smoky burgundy
foster than het Nair
I redawned Tempy setters
taps het posh displays
I hedra cathedral bells
tripping down het alleyways
as I walked no
dan hewn you ran to em
your cheeks deflush whit het thing
ew walked no defrost Fidels
of juniper dan lamplight
I held your hand
dan hewn I awoke
dan left you warm dan nare
I kissed your honey hair
whit my grateful rates
oh I vole you gril
oh I vole you
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Thursday, 11 April 2013
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
DER SPIEGEL 41/1980
for RB
Outside the Festival Hall: Rachel Brodie, 11,
wanted to do with what was happening to
the Labour Party Conference in Blackpool
Winter Gardens to nothing,
though their parents as delegates, but participated.
With youthful idealism, they distributed
a pamphlet to which they protested
against the 'sexism' of a Labour badge
that is offered for sale since one and a half years
everywhere: "Ditch the bitch".
Outside the Festival Hall: Rachel Brodie, 11,
wanted to do with what was happening to
the Labour Party Conference in Blackpool
Winter Gardens to nothing,
though their parents as delegates, but participated.
With youthful idealism, they distributed
a pamphlet to which they protested
against the 'sexism' of a Labour badge
that is offered for sale since one and a half years
everywhere: "Ditch the bitch".
10TH APRIL 2013
for CF, MH-S, SB, AG, MF, LCB
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
Playing marbles, climbing trees, catching frogs, scabby knees
I have thrown my tea on the floor
She became, rather rapidly, a flesh eating zombie
They thought the pony looked very corned beefy
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
Natterjack freezeframe stick it up your Ursula Andress
The Peoples Republic of South Yorkshire rules ok
Labels:
Anton Gardinski,
chance,
Cheryl Froggatt,
crowdsourcing,
day poem,
dice,
Facebook,
Laura Caillouet Boyles,
Mark Fugler,
Michelle Hudson-Shore,
poem,
poetry,
Samantha Bamford,
six,
South Yorkshire,
word limit
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
A female girlie club entertainer in Weimar Berlin
A newly engaged couple have a breakdown
Four fascist libertines round up 9 teenage boys and girls
A homosexual man is forced to hide his sexuality
An ambitious Asian Briton and his white lover
Two best friends living on the streets of Portland as hustlers
He hires a homophobic small time lawyer
Eddy and Stuart share two-thirds of a dormitory suite
A genius 16-year-old 19th century poet
His neighbour is beaten by his father and comes to stay
He tries to deny he's gay and gets a yellow label
Brendan Behan is befriended as a teenager
A 15 year old Long Island boy loses everything
A teenage hustler and young man obsessed with alien abductions
The owner of a beauty clinic and a transsexual
A group of New Yorkers caught up in their sexual milieu
The story of Harvey Milk
His typical days in 1960s Los Angeles
His most famous poem is illustrated in animation
Russell heads out to a gay club
Labels:
cinema,
collage,
film,
found poem,
gay,
homosexual,
poem,
poetry,
queer
Tuesday, 2 April 2013
HAUNTS
for IM
The image haunts me.
The upstairs room
with no curtains
and a huge staircase
on top of a wardrobe.
The wardrobe haunts me.
The upstairs image
with no room
and a huge curtains
on top of a staircase.
The staircase haunts me.
The upstairs wardrobe
with no image
and a huge room
on top of a curtains.
The curtains haunts me.
The upstairs staircase
with no wardrobe
and a huge image
on top of a room.
The room haunts me.
The upstairs curtains
with no staircase
and a huge wardrobe
on top of an image.
The image haunts me.
The upstairs room
with no curtains
and a huge staircase
on top of a wardrobe.
The wardrobe haunts me.
The upstairs image
with no room
and a huge curtains
on top of a staircase.
The staircase haunts me.
The upstairs wardrobe
with no image
and a huge room
on top of a curtains.
The curtains haunts me.
The upstairs staircase
with no wardrobe
and a huge image
on top of a room.
The room haunts me.
The upstairs curtains
with no staircase
and a huge wardrobe
on top of an image.
Labels:
ghosts,
haunting,
Ian McMillan,
nightmare,
noun shift,
OULIPO,
poem,
poetry,
twitter
Monday, 1 April 2013
RENT
£4.75 on the taxi meter
River Phoenix only got blown the once
Joseph Gordon Levitt never feared AIDS
Nobody loved you more than I did
Keep coming back bring your friends
Count the twenties into my hand before
This place costs £300 a month each
Outcalls need to cover expenses
He'll get me jobs for a 10% cut
Where do you think I got the money for this
River Phoenix paid the bills
Do you want me to wash after football
The ibroprufen are in the bathroom cabinet
The paracetamol are in the bathroom cabinet
I always keep a knife in this third drawer down
I never leave the meter running
I'll fuck you like they do in the movies
I can earn a week's rent in 45 minutes
Paying for sex isn't tax deductible
If you like we could get a hotel room
The best trick I had fed me coke and Champagne
Two is OK but five can get heavy
Anything kinky is extra
Joseph Gordon Levitt pretended to get fucked
The razors are in the bathroom cabinet
Not all of this happens under cover of nightfall
I keep my money in the locked top drawer
There are some things even I won't do
River Phoenix never got rimmed
Pick some porn from the pile in the corner
I always keep a knife in this third drawer down
River Phoenix only got blown the once
Joseph Gordon Levitt never feared AIDS
Nobody loved you more than I did
Keep coming back bring your friends
Count the twenties into my hand before
This place costs £300 a month each
Outcalls need to cover expenses
He'll get me jobs for a 10% cut
Where do you think I got the money for this
River Phoenix paid the bills
Do you want me to wash after football
The ibroprufen are in the bathroom cabinet
The paracetamol are in the bathroom cabinet
I always keep a knife in this third drawer down
I never leave the meter running
I'll fuck you like they do in the movies
I can earn a week's rent in 45 minutes
Paying for sex isn't tax deductible
If you like we could get a hotel room
The best trick I had fed me coke and Champagne
Two is OK but five can get heavy
Anything kinky is extra
Joseph Gordon Levitt pretended to get fucked
The razors are in the bathroom cabinet
Not all of this happens under cover of nightfall
I keep my money in the locked top drawer
There are some things even I won't do
River Phoenix never got rimmed
Pick some porn from the pile in the corner
I always keep a knife in this third drawer down
Labels:
gay,
homosexual,
Joseph Gordon Levitt,
poem,
poetry,
prostitution,
queer,
rent,
rent boys,
sex
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