Archive for July, 2018

Tuesday, July 31st, 2018

 

You can pour anything into an ocean
This is the premise of the poem called “The Ocean”

Monday, July 30th, 2018

 

I had the centrefold of a magazine stuck on my wall that was a picture of a young lady in green lingerie
and every night she would be the last thing I saw before I fell asleep and dreamed dreams.

Sunday, July 29th, 2018

 

The day I attained adulthood I heard the flapping of wings, and a unicorn alighted upon my left shoulder and whispered in my ear about how I ought to go my own way.

Saturday, July 28th, 2018

 

Stories translated into passing remarks
                           Occasional lines dropped into holes

Friday, July 27th, 2018

 

I was immediately transfixed by the boat shaped like a horse
The boat shaped like a horse that pulled up alongside
And out of whose rib cage a head poked and its mouth asked
Whether I knew any reliable method of guaranteeing profit

Thursday, July 26th, 2018

 

– for the virtual eclipse
outside its native land

always compare favourably –
even surpass some of them

Wednesday, July 25th, 2018

 

….. the Barb has for many years
now been practically non-existent in
England. This is a pity, for there
is much that is good …..

Tuesday, July 24th, 2018

 

I have likened the feeling
to plunging unintentionally
into the most icy of mountain torrents
in an unfinished poem entitled “Hafflinger”.

Monday, July 23rd, 2018

 

I can see the white façade of your house from here
Its windows staring or blinded in my direction
You are being loved in silhouette and from a darkness

Sunday, July 22nd, 2018

 

On the one hand I would like to express my political and spiritual beliefs
On the other hand I need to go get some fish and chips