Archive for October, 2015

Wednesday, October 21st, 2015


& the e-poetry, how’s that going?
The Bible is due by the 26th (a Monday)
Recommend me by letter? Certainly –

Raise thy crimpled hand

Tuesday, October 20th, 2015


I have to hand things down,
She is saying, things like this dress and a girls swimsuit
I can’t get into any more.

Monday, October 19th, 2015


Sounds of convulsions
Coming from behind a screened-off cubicle.

From behind the curtain comes a woman in a face-mask
The colour of chocolate.

Sunday, October 18th, 2015


The face girl is holding her breath
Waiting for an instant message. (Here comes wisdom.)

Saturday, October 17th, 2015


It’s all the same to me – right or wrong, left or right
It’s all kind of unpleasant

Friday, October 16th, 2015


This weather. I am in a tunnel
of it for the duration. Re-connect
the messaging service. The
slowest way is the sweetest now.
All our love washes down through the outlets. Dis-
connect now.

Thursday, October 15th, 2015


It’s not enough to say what happened
Or to describe it in detail
Or to explain its significance
Or to show what it says about how we are
Nor is it enough to ensure it never happens again
Although perhaps, given our selves, that’s the best for which we can hope

Wednesday, October 14th, 2015


Who is it, said Tom?
It’s Tom Thumb, Tom.

Take this tom-tom, Tom,
And beat it.

Tuesday, October 13th, 2015


Matron is inspecting the geriatric ward
Repeating the words “Return to Sender” over and again
Until darkness lands with a thud
The funeral march is heard
As Matron begins to shed her clothes and skin

Monday, October 12th, 2015


The English Channel in December. Enter Gladys Henderson,
Prospective Tory candidate and long-distance swimmer,
Sponsored by the Royal Bank of Scotland, greased and splashing.