A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS You always walked the high wire, without a safety netyou were both brave and foolish, yet now I’m cursed never to forgetthat day you turned on a sixpence, that awful day you let me straythen stole a pistol from your father’s study and blew your brains away The day they … More A BUNDLE OF TRUE LOVERS
Two-dimensional visions of a man…a man I knew well…as a cartoon bear; of the crucifixion, with the Christ in female form, eerie and bloodless, her Mother forsaken of her; to behold a forest, a very real forest, yet to see it as if drawn by a child using wax crayons; to touch the bark of … More A JUNTA OF STARLINGS
“By sneeze or by God’s grievanceby Adam’s putrid aleor by those recalcitrant whoresI am ruined Can you thenmix me an ointmentfashion me a potionfind me a curecan you?If not then go forthand multiplythe pox is still with mewhat use the charlatan quack? Child, bring me ‘water bright’I thirstBring me ‘water bright’ nowthis instantso I can … More THE RAMBLINGS OF AN OLD DYING KING
YESTERDAY’S JOKER – as was, as is Cheek by jowlthe restless pigeonswatch and waitwait and watch‘No croissant crumbs today guys’He breakfasts only onsteaming expresso and nicotine He contemplates this and thatavoiding the issue at handalways dodging ‘that’ topicputs it on the back burnerfor now he takes the ’round the houses walk’homeward bound She does not … More YESTERDAY’S JOKER
From London a gent of consummate mannersFrom Paris an homme of great charmFrom Berlin a männlich so determinedAnd a New Yorker set out to disarm It was from this fashion house of loversSvetlana felt she needed to chooseJust the one who she saw as her soul mateBe the one she did not want to lose … More A FASHION HOUSE OF LOVERS
Prior to her exploitation, she had deduced she needed hard currency and friends.That to be immersed within this human race, such things paid worthy dividendsyet time was not on her side, she would be carbon dust by dawn’s first lighther incineration, the chosen method, ridding the cosmos of the blightthe wise men perceived as actual, … More OF A GIRL NAMED ‘MAYDAY’
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A 97-year-old man from Kentish Town in West London was being held in police custody last night after he blasted his 101-year-old wife in the chest with a shotgun in a fit of rage after discovering that post-Brexit bananas were still curved and not straight as had been promised…
In a particle of time before infinity went viral: Imagine if you can, a yesterday, a today, a tomorrow, all unable to boast of unambiguous powers of retention or, perhaps, frivolous sex lacking a diarised recall, maybe a backpacker’s wet dream short of heavenly remembrance, then again, perhaps conceivably priceless drugs devoid of hallucination’s recollections … More THE GENESIS OF CONSCIOUSNESS – LADY FREYA HELLA’S ACCOUNT
A Time-Travelling Tale that ends well Christmas Day, 2842CE. A universe aeons away goes ‘phut’: In no more than a picosecond, complete darkness. The only sound, that of a whispering zephyr. In its wake, a pseudo macrocosm’s ever-decreasing guttural burps fading away into a soundless zilch. Left behind, ruination’s nothingness. The crumpled scum perished. Once … More THE BUTTERFLY’S EMBRACE
Above: SHIRL’S CAFÉ & TABAC I’ll not be blogging for a couple of weeks or so. You see, having been forced by irksome airborne germs to cancel our usual lengthy summer sojourn across La Manche to a better place, crazy woman Shirl concluded we needed a break, a holiday of sorts. Spending good money on … More AN INSIDE OUT ESCAPE FROM LOCKDOWN
