Featuring the left turn cowboy
At all corners admiring the view
Enormous mustache
He’s gonna try and catch you
With his longer-lasting stretchy lasso
Watch out ladies
Those eyes have seen a thousand smiles
Country and western tunes always coming back into style
He’s right there ready for you
Hat, boots, love stick an all
Waiting to show you something true.
03.08.03
Knightsbridge Station is closed,
because it’s having some tender loving care.
The escalators going down towards the Northern Line
and the up escalator from the Piccadilly Line at Kings Cross
have just got married.
The platforms are all making love at Victoria.
Please make your journey using an alternative route.
We hope this doesn’t cause you too much inconvenience.
05.10.00
The cathedral in the sky;
squatted for a party this weekend
(a full-on energising cultural event).
Entering through an open door,
the sunshine lures me outside again.
Slowly disintegrating daffodils;
the power of sprouted-wheat juice;
I confirm my anxious state.
Remaining on this planet too long again
I change and climb into a new suit of armour.
I love everything about you.
We exchange suicide notes.
No boss today;
my love has gone away. Read the rest of this entry »
A clown was born,
an eight-year-old fairy clown.
Drinking a thirteen-year-old cup of tea,
she’s a fairy.
Of course she can fly:
she flutters her wings.
She’s a ballerina:
she knows all the right moves,
pirouettes and everything.
Releasing the inner clown,
she’s magic.
Time-squared, simple, giant octopus.
Maybe daisy,
one says, some days.
Feeling like a queen
that fell off her throne
in front of a bad witch.
I can’t decide, yet, who I like.
Roger the transsexual likes me
with his full sex change,
from petrol to diesel.
Perhaps, probably, let’s hope, eh?
The fire-flies of beauty lie beneath the surface.
Die.
Pressing her buttons, she comes. Read the rest of this entry »
Fresh; driving daisies around in a large crane
that beckons and calls to all the seagulls
that fly and flock to the beach
where I used to live.
Someone stole my hole
and hung it up to dry
until there was nothing left;
evaporated hole.
“I like my thingy, Read the rest of this entry »
The sharp head on wobbly shoulders says “hello”
to the frightened little pussy cat on the red silk cushion.
I empty my heart into a plastic bag
and rummage for some foreign change.
Everything is the same.
Solid fuel blocks that grow on trees
keep winter cold madness away,
southern hit wonders of delay,
solitude for days.
When heaters drop
and air-conditioning stops, Read the rest of this entry »
Winning all the time,
everywhere.
Lots of different prizes,
all shapes and sizes.
£5000 @ 3 o’clock;
a hand-held television set,
just because of getting it right.
So many chances to win,
strike it lucky, just by being here.
No cheating, no time to lose:
the jackpot is waiting, Read the rest of this entry »
Pollen approaching
The gladioli, when told,
Went weak at the roots
And her leaves fell apart
She dissolved into her perfume
Her petals all open
As she glanced at his stamen
Swaying long in the breeze
17.8.00