WEAK TEA VISION

it is an overcast
& room temperature day

a day that tried for more
& turned out like weak tea

there is a sense of something 

forgotten / lost / gone

& a feeling of something

missed / wrong / skewed 

& then there comes a moment 

when i think / feel / know 

that if i turned round now
my grandparents would be there
 
a reassuring perfection

of themselves

maybe even hand in hand

in beige & smiling

LOOKING APOCRYPHAL

when your reflection
looks wrong
looks colourised
looks apocryphal
&
looms like a hangover
out the dim glass
action figure perfect
& action figure wrong

you wonder

how was that
ever forged
into something
that worked ?

FRAG 11

 

next doors
washing hangs out limp

in the
greyscale murk & sleet

underwear opened & naked

stays out there all night
& its wrong
& the moon
it wont look

NOT ME NOT HERE

not me
not here

not left any eu

not building any walls

not me

not here

i am not sure about borders at all


~

nationalist reduction

isolated patriotism

up the 

oppositions sold-out hole
all over

& under 

englands green & peasant land

~

hello denial old friend

set me free again

to see again

the way again

to the amusements

& a simple seaside pier

BABY JOHANSEN & THE MADNESS

papa ?

yes son ?

you know back then ?

back when son ?

back in the day
when the madness was ordinary ?

... yes ... i do

you do remember ?
well i miss that
do you miss that too ?

... yes ... i do

the madness these days papa
well its just CRAZY !

youre not wrong baby johansen
youre not wrong

well what do we papa ?

write it down son
write it down

but whats the point in that papa ?

... well ... cos im not gonna

ok then papa

& fetch me my fixings too
then come look at this guy i found online
look at the state of him
& hes seven foot tall !

from thumbpress.com

THIS PLANET EARTH

this planet earth
this space jewel-

its like i grabbed
the wrong flavour crisps
in the corner shop

and i opened them now
and cant take them back

you know ?

but eat them anyway

under a cloudless sky
of clear cyanide blue

from zverovich.net

CALL OF THE WILD

  its a strange world
    a hiccup life
 smeared and weird

   bricks and upvc and cars 
  block paving round the fruit trees
      where we tried
  to improve the ground

 and too  of course  the endless plastic rain

  step back  take a time out  
     and

      come

     on

     d
     o
     w
     n

  see   we are  beasts on the carpet
   phones now  where our claws were

    see  we are  animals with tiles
 insulated from the call of the wild
         
       we  still hear it . . .

 its an itch 
   we talk about 
    in the  
 therapy room

  the steel edge  in our laughter
   after dusk   when murder
      is
       for
      the good of the brood
      
     or
      only
     the
  dinner bell

from wikiality

4th ANNIVESARY GUEST BLOGGER 5 - MISS MORIARTY

Beware the Cyber Cunts
by
Miss MoriArty

It’s just words

From behind a screen

I was naive

You were keen

I won’t forget the times we had

But all those words are now just bad

Take them back

Delete, wipe clean

Some words I wish I’d never seen

If we now met

I won’t see you

I’ll see the words, the lies, your game

Things will never be the same

They’re only words

No harm done

So for you

This is my last one

CUNT

 from store.vampirefreaks.com

The Death of Summer Love
by
Miss MoriArty

The last hot embers of Summer

Begin to fade

Drift off

Into dewy Autumn trees

Orange – Red – Gold

They hang there for a while

Glowing

Contemplating their demise

They fail to cling on

Whispered screams

As they fall

Onto Winters cold hard ground

To rot

And be forgotten

photo by miss moriarty