La Rose De Fer

I Miss Jean Rollin
Yes I Do
I Miss Jean Rollin
So Should You

(unless you are a soulless non entity who cares nothing for the poetic, personal, and honest side of any art form, if you are one of these hopeless people, then what the hell are you doing here, shouldn't you be queuing for tickets to see Thor?)

In For The Long Run

For all the obvious petty problems that turn day into dull
With the sun still shining and the rain when it pours
If the post brings bad news or phone rings ace calls
When the purse strings tighten or free cash does flow
It not the grand gestures that enlighten or the words that count
It that moment i awaken, the day still awaiting and you're there.

Today's Menu

Blog with Carrots
Too Much noise
Sensible with a whiff of biscuit
And after all my blog still drools

Dreams

It's peaceful in the mind of many,
As the candle's blown out
And lovers lock arms, then go to bed.
And seven hours away
A tornado rips through an airport terminal.
Killing many, while we snore.

Reminders Of Red

We're a mountain
Under an incredible sky
Proud beneath the stars
That hold a light we follow
On a road with potholes
We seek to avoid
But which we drive down anyway
And sometimes we stopped in motels
And you placed your red shoes
On the mat, and slept in a bed
And I grabbed a bottle,
And got out of my head.
And smashed the bar up
When it was closing time
Then let myself in
And pretended you're mine.
And come the next morning
With my vague regret
My mind was filled up with
Reminders of red.
And I checked out, handed in the keys
And drove away,
With wipers on full speed.
And the crying water
In the potholes stood
As metaphors
for tears of me.

I Am Wondering Where You Are

I guess this is
The ultimate game
Of hide and seek
You disappear
I count to ten
And you just
leave me wandering.
Under the bed,
beneath the ceiling
When I'm crying
When I'm dreaming
In the streets
And round the corners
In the churchyard
With the mourners.

Lines Of Time

Poetry, fading in the lines of time
Turned, turned to trains
Trundling to Edinburgh
Or Hull, or somewhere industrial
Then travelling back again.
Writing, written on the doors and walls
Dolls and demons know your name.
Crying as they fail
Crying as they fall.
Then picking you up, insane.
Then dropping you again.

Reflection In A Door

None shall see, none shall spy
The face of this here killer, locked behind my eye
For even if you look real close with such a steely stare
I will not blink nor shudder this truth i will not share
It lives between my moments it hides behind flesh doors
The blood lust waits to plunder as it tempts me with grating gnaws
So if you wish to witness just what my secret can do
Just wait a little longer, just a few more victims and then I'll get to you.

Out

The Gate Is Shut, there's no one home
Except this man who sits alone.
A fool who tried to do it all
To be an island behind a wall
When night must rise and curtains are drawn
This failing soul sits still but torn
Should another moon pass and never spy the sun
Or shall the number two replace the capital ONE.
For time it takes and will never ammend
The mistakes you make in the garden you tend
So in light fading on a summers night
This shadow of a man could now put aright
The listless follies of a life now gone
In the hope that what remains does not regret what was not done.

Z impersonating N

And On This Day
With Nary A Say
The Old One Sank
And The Young One Played

N PRETENDING TO BE A Z

I'm not scared of you,
Look above...
You are merely capitals.

Warden For Live

I'm a warden for love
And a warning for...
I'm a warden for love.
Did you see those butterflies
Struggling to reach the rainbow?
As it rained... and it rains today.
I'm a warden for love
Open this door
And go right ahead.

Office Monkey

I eat peanuts and scratch my head
Smile when you call my name -
Sometimes I swing to you.

I load bullets in my mind
And fire them with a Kalashnikov
Trained between your eyes.

You a

Time to stick it to the alphabet.

Underground Rats

How old am I?
Old enough to get lost
In the rat race
Take a left
In the underground
Here's the maze you wanted to
Fuck off anyway.
Here come the dead eyes
Speeding closer
Staring into black
Screeching like rats
To stop where
You wouldn't dream
Of getting off.

Sick Bed

So long with aching limbs, groaning organs and appetite departed
Sleepless night times, sleepy day time, woeful all the time
Sensitive to touch, words and movement
Unmoved by contact, medicine or the demanding demands of those around
And through these eons of sickness inflicted time passing like a snail crawling through space.
I wonder why is it that through all the haze of my mind and the virus
I can't remember what being well feels like and why I don't appreciate it when things are less blue

Swipe

A foggy alley on a winters night
An alien town filled with colours that blind
A lonely soul with no-one to call
A chance encounter with one so cruel
A few choice words so soothing, so kind
A smile that transforms showing what thoughts cross the mind
A moment of panic for one not for all
A glimpse of it ending as the blade begins to fall
A moment to savour, a moment to remain
A moment of composure, then into the fog again.

Digital Download

Laptop crammed with megabyte tunes
So many in one space I don't know what to do
Do I squeeze them in a ipod or make ringtones for a phone?
But these songs that make up my internal memory mean nothing over time
They don't touch me with ancient warping or age like fine red wine.
I can't describe a history of connection with FLAC files in a folder
Nor can I recall places, people, why I couldn't be without them as the lines on my face grew older.
So call me decrepit, curmudgeonly or just mad
But I'll keep my musical memories in reality like I have

Washing Line

Of all the lines bar "I Love You"
The washing line holds most use
It helps me air my secrets
To anyone who dare intrude
And when I find their presence
More irritating than sinking in a mire
I take this kindly washing line
And strangle them until they expire

Crocodile Teeth

Doe eyed heartbreak
Foolish Kid with too much belief
Still will get shocked
By Crocodile Teeth

Six Months

One month of introduction, interrogation, understanding and paitience
One month of anticipation, embarrassment, nerves and smiling
One month of elation, expectation, trepidation and love
One month of excitement, connection, issues and situations
One month of delight, worry, caring and sharing
One month of sickness, health, past and future.

And forever not wanting to change a single thing

Leaving Time

Likes the last line of letters when ur leaving. Thanks.

Mirror

I posted a pair of
heart-eyes filled.
Silly, being normal.
It won't last.

All Consuming

Fire comes
Like an explosion
You ate a firework
And it became you.

November

It's October for us now,
Steady girl, the sun ain't shining.
You may think it's April.

A House We Build

Piling shit on bricks
Is what we people do
I take fog and bury red bricks
I build barricades for you.

You care, because you can,
And that is alright.
Yeah, that's alright.
More than, in fact.

Woah.

Denial

You are a word
And this is just another one
Rather like the next one
There
That one, just like the one above.

Leaves pile on leaves
Your lovers walked on
Mist dancing grey
as girls moved their mouths
Directing their drunken eyes
Towards you.

Pouring Rain

Pouring rain,
I might devote my life
To garden design
If only garden sunshine
Would come.
And the talking in the twisting queue
For the masses who want something to do
Is only noise.

I guess I'll end this now.

Google Reposte

Icant
beggintobesold

Again It Will

These blogs we log no longer leave me agog
They refuse to misuse the idea they abuse
They write and they fight with no issues to right
Then they moan, lower the tone, and leave honesty alone
Then they cry and they try to makes justice seem wry
So the Net is no bet for grabbibg life just yet
Nor should it or would it even if it could
Because the place where we race is not cyberspace
It's outside: So With Pride: Be alive before you die

Candid

Cursory glances at well known strangers
Removable carriages with glass divisions
Handsome seasons that mean without knowing
Tedious keyboards of poets purveying
Momentary items of reward uninhibited
Faceless landscapes that go on deleting
Potential netting means no more growing
Unspoken clues of endings beginning
Remorselss ideas with imprint exracting
Severed light bulbs that beings created
Pursed extinction from sunrise exposing

Daydroke

There once was a sunrise so bitter and mad That all of it's rising was both futile and sad It's golden rays of inimitable day No longer meant anything so it sank without trace It left without seeing what morning was to be Just like I now realise that you left me.

Looking Glass

And so it came to pass

Upon this single blade of grass

That all we hold dear

Couldn't stand clear

And wouldn't see near

For the sake of a looking glass.

Wind

We take in houses,
Happy faces,
Good people.
The kind who'd rather let you off a train
Then curse and barge on anyway.
We take in houses
Happy faces,
Good people
And lofts with telescope space.

See those green men
In the distance
Speeding on their space pods,
Rushing from Mars to Mercury?
They're the wind.

Reaching For Pluto

I still think of you, you know?
I wouldn't be human
If I didn't.
Well, what's been is done
And what is done is gone
And spending time with you's
like reaching for Pluto,
From now on.

Venus

Venus de viola
Has three lines
Unarmed.

Act As A Plectrum

You are now strumming the moon.
Looking for a harps chord
To give you an apostrophe
To act as a plectrum
So you might get the eye
And serenade Jupiter.

ZK20

Zedkaytoozeyrow
Is just a name I thought of
For a planet we haven't found yet
Knowing my luck
It'll be made up of granite bars
and granola
Before it gets much older...

You Can't Begin

You can't tell me I'm not a warrior
Stood there behind the door,
pea shooter poized.
I don't begin to speculate
Who's sorrier.

You can't tell me I'm not a multilinguist
Reading books like Neptune
If you're being racist
I can't begin to to speculate
Who's planetist.

You Surprise Me With Your Storm

You surprise me with your storm
Whipping whirlpools, winding windmills
Waiting wondering, watching.

You surprise me with your storm
Dropping daydreams, dripping dewdrops.
Dallying daffodils, on windowsills.

Happier Home

She is my happier home
Problems left behind the door
Misery gone.
Which one is she?

Waterfall

Thrown down with
the first glass of wine
Like a fishing line
or a dirt road sign.
Turns out you're
lifesaving
Consumed with the
next glass of red
Like a sleeping pill
Like a sleepy head
When you're just
lifesaving
Third one poured,
and all consumed
Like a lifesaver,
Like a nervous groom,
Like a waterfall
Pouring like laughter.