Showing posts with label pace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pace. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 January 2023

RUBICON FARTS




change of pace now
(well thats times fault)

& i am fluffing my lines
(thats on me - i am off balance)

so here come the half-poems
& the ambient frags
(blood on the keyboard)

off-cuts make the best cuts
(sometimes)
motivation is the next sandwich . . .

& poems are a bodily function 
too much like gas 

but i know that we all 
farted over the rubicon before









Thursday, 11 February 2021

BREAKFAST BUFFET VOL4

 




my hearts beating in my face

i cant feel my edges anymore

thats the best lines from this weeks tv

then i get a code blue
thru on the receiver ham

its the river my friend its the river

challenging me
to match 
its changing pace & disguise


~


updates

john woo owns slo mo
& 
has custody
of kubricks 
irish doves

codeine linctus
is no good for a buzz
not really
no

the pm is the 
lowest meat content sausage 
available outside regulations
& 
a ponzi scheme of narcissism
crying 'alas, alas, alas...'






photograph - Between Tech & The Trees #18 courtesy of the Dagenham Archives