Archive for March, 2015

Saturday, March 21st, 2015

 

Here in the sunny South I am the sweetest of oranges among orange trees
I survive Winter because even in Winter I find a warmth to sustain me

Friday, March 20th, 2015

 

Open your eyes, face the Angel
He (or she) wants to see into your Soul

(but I can’t find my way out of this car park)

Thursday, March 19th, 2015

 

I’ll change the scene.
One day you will be glad.
Nothing is on our mind now.
The city sits upon us.
So it can be explained.

Wednesday, March 18th, 2015

 

We fenced into the ungrateful miasma. Altogether we had elements of hiss. Beyond the embankments of silt the ribbons extended. Altogether fragrant distensions of flesh huddled in pouches of dark. We argued with promises. Altogether the fishermen announced our little adventure a disgrace in the eyes of destiny.

Tuesday, March 17th, 2015

 

To be meditative
Is my ambition
To have the time to be that
& the space

Monday, March 16th, 2015

 

Sat on the balcony overlooking the garden
We see the lions and tigers of our hearts
Prowling among the uncontrolled undergrowth

Sunday, March 15th, 2015

 

Claps of the thunderiest thunder! Flashes of the lightningest lightning!

(Superlatives abound, but are we as happy as we might be?)

Saturday, March 14th, 2015

 

We tried Optimism
We tried Pessimism
Then we tried Disinterestedness
Then we tried Ennui

We really enjoyed Ennui
But eventually tired of it

Now we are lost

Friday, March 13th, 2015

 

We’re waiting for noodles
We’re waiting for star fruit
We’re waiting for snow ear
We’re waiting for ice-cold head noodle-time

Thursday, March 12th, 2015

 

Looking back, it’s clear how our Cynical Ballads changed for ever the course of English poesy.