4th ANNIVERSARY GUEST BLOGGER 1 - LISA CRADDUCK

AUGUST 

by

 Lisa Cradduck

tourists of summer
aquaplane in slick flip-flops
moist cardigans steam

 from webmd.com

MGM POP

MGM lion roars
familiar greeting / promise

i wait
hopeful

 from imgur.com

TURD

the turd is bent

folded like a half-inflated inner tube 
waiting
to
be
inched over the wheel rim

it is thick
complete
quietly and heavily in place

today i made something good

 from amazon.com

NIGHT PORT

1.

noise in the night
like
oversize bubble wrap 

popping deepened
and
muffled
by 
distance

or 
could be the new port speaking 

container ship
out of where ever
bringing whatever

herded
dockside
by
fledgling tugs

 

 from echo-news.co.uk

2.

new ports
great grey cranes
are
like
giants grey fingers
coming
out
the marshes beige cake

dwarf the
unused refinery stacks

time was their lights
were
like
a
baby vegas

now
off
forever

from theguardian.com

THANK YOU FOR THE MUSIC

the music / the chords 
the vocal refrain 
buried in the mix

all chill my spine like malaria

music -
marches over times dead strands
and
paints a thing 
where
no thing was before

emptying itself out
into
hungry
ether

 from themicragirls.myspace.com

 

IN THE ALLEY BETWEEN CHILDHOOD AND BILLS

if the gods are anywhere
theyre
in
the
silence when we stop - at last - for breath / time out
and
a
cigarette / muffin / a walk streetside in notime

maybe theyre 
in
the
back stairwell / under the steps
in
that nowhere corner / that leftover space
with
the abandoned decorators wooden ladder
and
the bike lock locked forever / arrested and undeveloped

hiding 
from 
what
they
did - taping up wounds / retired and ruminating 
in
the
alley
between childhood and bills

 from comixtakoma.wordpress.com

STREET SCENES

lean on a lampost / like its 1950
no one leans on street furniture anymore -
too
busy

the row of terraces 
across the road
leap out at me / a mash up
of
victorian bay windows
and
new white BMWs

theres a hipster girl 
on 
a granny bike / skinny legs / big blue blazer / loose hair

its
all
looking
like a bank advert to me / but for the overcast sky
and
my
meatpile 
scruffing up the view 

 from copanhagenize.com

KOSHER BEANS

42
10.30 AM 
wednesday - i am stretched out under twisted covers
still
deep
in
my
night trough / wallowing

the
cat
looks
at 
me 
with big asking eyes - he knows this is not kosher beans
and
his
bowl is getting low

 from 7-themes.com

OUT OF TUNE

i 
wanted 
to 
say
its so strange what you miss 
when its taken away
and
i wanted to make jokes
about 
Everything 
all 
day

but
Everything is strange today 
too noon-lit 2D for play
and
my
jokes
flat
and in the way
of
honest troubled family folks 
just
working
for
pay 

 

 from www.dreamstime.com

NOTES TO SELF

1.

i
want
One Day
for
everyone i have ever known
to
witness / appreciate / even burst
at
my
Great Effort of Fumble Existence  

i
want
silent awe / drunken chants
gradual
building
applause 
and
solid reviews chipped deep 
into 
the
mountain stone of Mars


2.

must
stop
habit attempts
to
keep / hold / decode
the
WHOLE World and History and Consequence
in
my 
head

it wont fit / i'll die

must
learn
to
sit and stretch like a cat 
and 
rule my own smokey corner

let
World write itself / i'll jot footnotes
to
fold
into
paper boats / send down river

every
day 
at 
dusk

from celluloidoptimist.com

WRITE IT

Write !

in
blue and yellow 
in
honey and sun
in
mould and organ chords  

in Courier New

empty out your head of rain
lick your aches with sweet recall
swim gorgeous in repulsive wax

like
its
always
spring

 

 from www.sekslike.com

BAD JUICE

dead dinosaurs 
left 
20Cs
accelerator juice 
we
alchemise
into
mass kipple and hunger for same
leaving
brittle undying plastic like heart clogs
that
fucks
with
the
water table
fish
mecury
and
food chain - eat the wind 21C
and
the sun

 from burningdawn.com

DRY GLAND

adrenalin overdrive is missed -

hot hurtle-snaps and true power-pops
replaced
by
black coffee Word Salad
and
loaded Brain Dice / thrown into the Nowheredrive

AIM is the same 
ice insight or sludge commentary
of 
soft machine Kingpins / Wrongpins / Nopins -

file
reports
on
cluefree delusion / 3-score fumbles

prose
time
hoover
bagging relevant dust
into
sculpture

from photographyserved.com

SUMMER GOING

mid august / summer takes a bow

rumble thunder
and
broken-main rain

cat hides in impossible places

afterwards - unfresh / dull heat not cleared

lurks
like kettle steam
on
the back porch cement

keen autumn coughs mist at 3 AM

 from www.tested.com

CHILD MIND

1.

laying on the carpet in night quiet
i
hear the news

its a dry adult rattle 

i
find
out
about
murderers / watch bedroom window at night
in
case
one
comes
in


2.

pa told me of the boy who cried wolf

i didnt get it

i expected one to prowl in the back gate
on
an
empty anxious saturday morning 
and
i worried how best to be believed ?


3.

sparse info grew large
over
my
carpet world of trouser cuffs / sandal buckles / skirting boards
and
the underside of things

a 
world 
of 
eternal yellow Lego smiles 
without 
fear

 

 from ruminatingmommy.ca

OH BOOZE

i can taste it all still / cold pints . . .

adult comfort blanket 
 
my fingers would wipe stripes in condensation

i'd dissapear in the dark whirls of pub carpet
or
the
grain
of
sawdusted
planks / my fingerprints on bar brass

the scotch shots miniscus 
curves 
like 
chemistry class / tiny trophy of daily victory

  and
  the
  smell of promise / intoxication
  and
  vomit on wood

 

 from flckr.com / darinkimphotography

SOME QUESTIONS

sober
is
its
own
mad high / my thorazine voice echoes 
flat
raw
unmixed unbonus track - thru smoke / always smoke
on
the
fuckstreets of nowhere 21C

straight and unfiltered - the noise is quiet 
distant
subdued
still lurid / bold but dulled

i ask who painted flowers that technicolor hangover shade ?

and
the
guy
from work in the high street / Down Town Fucktown 7 pm
holding
white
wine - my comedown booze / who made him go to Spain
and
coloured 
him 
brown ?
and 
who strapped that epic gut on the beast ?

 from thedish.plated.com

DEAD DAY

the day is still
like
the
sky
died or froze

i head indoors
away
from
i dont know what 

 

 from www.indiedb.com

FUCKTOWN WALKABOUT

1

the surface cement 
on estate side roads
is
worn
and
eaten
into 
inaccurate maps of Asia

bungalow driveway concrete
is
rippled
like 
beach
sand 
when the grand switch
of
tide has gone

2 

the hatchbacks
lined up / waiting / airbrushed in the sun
look
like 
a GTA publicity still
and
the supermarket is neat enough
colourful enough
clean
and
symmetrical enough
to
be
a
pop-art wet dream

from cafepress.com

PAPER BLUES

  trembling sweats 
in 
the 
psycho doodle margin
  
  black tension 
in 
claustrophobic lift-cram
of
foot notes small print
  
  blank bulk 
of 
lined white runs the day to day

  bullet points
  keep order 

  chaos
hides in bottom draw scribble pad
  
  any 
heroes wait in post script
and
where-are-they-now

from petercalleson.com

PUSH 2 AROUND THE HOUSE

PUSS PUSH

FLUSH PUSH

 WASH PUSH

 PLUSH PUSH

 MESS PUSH

NOSH PUSH

BIRTHDAY

thunder 
in
the 
bruised sky

flying ants 
turn 
green lawns black

summer was summer then
and
the
stand-pipes came out

a monday - Batista died
and
i came out grey / strangled at midnight
and
i 
do
my
laps round the sun

from www.telegraph.co.uk

CARRY ON CAMPING EXPLODED HAIKU

bra pop Babs Windsors
literal titillation 
( inspires ) 
garden shed homage

 from pinterest.com

TRUTH MAKES QUIET / FOUR YEARS AGO

  the 
nurse is mannish / own a horse
  is 
crying at work
  is 
relationship sad

    - what about a date with him ?  
says someone Young and Bright and Mad

i am pointed at 

and
i
say - i'm having am alcoholic breakdown
      look at me ! 
      i'm loosing a stone a month
      please
      do
      better
      than
      me

and 
i keep moving
and
silence falls
behind
me 

from rockinroxie.blogspot.com

247 NOISE ASYLUM

it takes a level of guts
to
get your meat sack 
up
from
the warm cotton womb
and
claim
the
day / accept the excuses it gives
when
from
the
alarm yell and the dreams end
its
distraction 101 / 247 noise asylum

 

 from noisecontrol.com

TIME WAS

  and
i would stumble outdoors
onto the day glare edge
  looking
  for
wine and steak / paranoid tv thrillers / scotch and ice

  and
  i
  called the world a no-no
  was
  mean / my heart a no-show
 
  listening
  to
rock music from that delicious turning point
  that
  was
  1965 

 from rock-music-on-sale.blogspot.com

POP THOUGHT

will we make it ?

we
are
just
soft shells
high
on
evening air 

 from wwwaptism.com