Showing posts with label bears. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bears. Show all posts

Monday, 31 August 2026

HUMAN BEANS




too often
human beans
must remind 
other human beans
that theyre still
human beans too

i do not believe
bears do the same

or the crab
tell the cod
he is crustacean











Friday, 10 May 2019

BROWN DROWNING (CLICHE / LOON ALERT)




knee deep we are
in shit now
& rising

i read

the poles are collapsing
&
probably realigning

everyone is indecisive

all the bees are dying


nationalists
putting their time in

not surprising


big enough opening left

to dive in

democracys belly exposed 
flawed & dividing

dont we need to be
(cliche alert) 
u n i t i n g ?

always a war 

to skip out & die in
if
you
tire of permissible sin
daytime tv 
& morning gin

tv has them polar bears
on an ice cube
thin & staving

all i do is eating


& if i said this was new
id
be
lying

but something basic has broken 

invisible line crossing

&
its
escalating

whales beaching

like monks
immolating

hollywood repeatedly

filming our ending
like we need reminding

& since the 40s

(loon alert)
aliens been climate warning
but
im a fruit loop
just for saying

knee deep we are
in shit now
&
rising

everyone best buy waders

big enough
to keep
your 
kids in





the day the earth stood still 1951 | The Day the Earth ...

from pinterest.com

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

WRITING ROOM THOUGHTS

 (clap-clap, we LOVE random text breaks, clap-clap)




inside
my
room
the audience of tiny plastic men 
    and 
    green walls

    and
        books
            and
                stuff
                    and
                        things


applaud my reports and redrafted sub-art


outside my room my boots step 
    flat
    timeless 
        safe 
        with 
        easy fears
    and 
like the gone white light of backroom speed 
    i
        am
           only
    hidden embers
    and
    dense
    waste
like
    eternally 
           hibernating 
               heavy
                   bears

        in my room 
        i 
            might
                resemble
 
a forced and thin and plastic buddha
to the audience of small plastic men 

        in my room
        i
            might
                be
                    secretly 

penciling
    in
psychotic plans
ready for the GO light
    of
        personal
            disaster


 
from snowdonjames.com