This piece was written in the beautiful cobblestone town of Montreuil, Northern France in the summer of 2013 after noticing a disabled young lady struggling in her wheelchair, much like the girl in this brief tome. Outside a cafe, a tear, a pen and a notebook later I had a tale to tell. I think … More THE MAN IN THE BRETON SHIRT
Within his tavern of imaginings, out of body looking further outwardsindulgence his shy waitress serving up a comedy of realitiesactualities that would censure his each and every manipulation Dreamlands purple anecdotes a sometimes painkiller save forwhen The Master of Suspense visits unannounced, then all isa mere twisted and spoiled incidental lecherous laundry list plot Returning to … More PARALLEL IMAGININGS
Back home in the County of Kent young Rosie the loveable monster girl had to face her boyfriend, a pleasant dog none too bright going by the handle ‘Toby the Muscular Mongrel’. The pair had always made a fine couple spending much of their time in the fields and forests together running hither and yon. … More ROSIE & THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD
She talks of family planning with spiders, gives advice to dogs on the subject of manners, compliments flowers on their beauty, discusses pesticides with bumblebees, speaks of romance with butterflies, lectures cats on their toilet habits, and mostly, she just tells off the wasps. Wasps are the Hells Angels of her garden. When hot, she … More THE IMPISH DAUGHTER OF EVE
Underneath the Bridge of Heartache the saintly take their shelterIn the dark tunnel of delusions white-face clowns aim to provokeThere’s a Best Ragweed Hotel made up of just cardboardWhere a ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ Madam comforts the broke On the merry-go-round favoured by ‘bruise easily’ loversThe pipe organ plays cacophonous rhapsodiesSteam powered wooden ponies all … More UPSIDE DOWN
A lullaby for the exposed stowaways, the very least the First Mate could do In the safety of his quarterdeck cabin, away from the attentions of the rest of the crewOutward bound from Havana, on a paddle steamer under auxiliary sailKeeps an even keel in a big sea, keeps a straight line in the face … More A LULLABY FOR THE STOWAWAYS
“Well you know what they say Lenny boy, ‘There’s no such thing as a silent plumbing system,’ yet yours was banging away like a Soho brothel on a Saturday night if I may say so. I’m surprised you could get any bo-peep. Still, it’s all sorted now I’ve installed a handy anti-siphon trap.” “Yeah I … More JONNY CATAPAULT – THE PLUMBER THE ARTISTS ALL TRUST & LEONARDO DA VINCI’S BANGING WATER PIPES
She now plants landmines where she once stationed azaleas but then spring is long past now, high sun skirmishes beseech to ignite the bonfires of autumn worse still, Jack Frost stirs rubbing his eyes, yawning rousing himself once more mischief, as ever his vexing wheeze Whatsoever that was then when the ball was still in … More A CLOAK OF TREASURES
I stole my love’s heart in ViennaPoached her false teeth in ZagrebYet rather than steal her high heels in NiceI hid them under our bed Once upon a blue moonAll her knickers I did nick in New YorkYet rather than thieve her suspenders in FranceI posted them over to Cork The day that I burst … More THE NINCOMPOOP’S LAMENT
I am taking my leave ahead of youto a place that is most sublimeand rent for us a suite of roomsat The Hotel End of Time By the time that you arrive theretake for granted that I’mgoing to ensure cocktails awaitat The Hotel End of Time We shall have an open reservationin the restaurant most … More THE ‘HOTEL END OF TIME’
- MIKE STEEDEN - 