Thursday, 5 October 2017
Monday, 26 June 2017
jogging in berlin
choice.
it's everywhere.the silk mask of the arab granny. her giant attack dog.
the market fruitsman’s smiley manbun.
the girl, bike and handy on the bridge over the canal at dawn.
the desiccated babywear found under an old house on stilts.
it needs to be dated. ‘50s?
the group at the café, 5, an excited emoticon floating above them.
hard-hatted men under a giant crane piercing the sky. this city is not done yet.
it will never be done. that is its choice.
it can handle everything including poets, tattoo removal and neu nazis.
it may even regain its hipness but a lot of people may need to leave first.
saying hallo to the cornermeisters of Goerlitzer Park, my right cruciate ligament registers a sharp pain.
feeling of shame at not being able to name the trees.
some botched party conversations beneath a floating #awkward hashtag.
a cat on a wall lost in its yellow-eyed cat dream.
feeling of dread at having to update CV.
remembrance of a perfect union.
angela merkel in a large black car.
the butcher offers a lunch service.
the line is long.
a lot of children on the street.
lucky.
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
Saturday, 24 December 2016
Dave
Take a look at @ziggymonde's Tweet: https://twitter.com/ziggymonde/status/812201117459288068?s=09
Thursday, 27 October 2016
someone sends a photo
of forgotten times and places
from a wheelchair the sun reaches me dappled through winter
poplars
in front of the provence rehab clinic where I reside
I do not recognise the face in the photo
it is full of folly
a party in brighton, england
old friends are there
young adults
how do their spirits glow?
and now?
these journeys under the sun.
how did they go?
how will they be spoken of?
what does death think of them?
when all folly will be released
to the heat of the sun
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
touched once
flow never ends
each other us
each other us
astral dipped not sand blown indead bleu
seas
cute wrung roses cut wrong
flung
fugitives pricked in the nite
anything plucked
other than loveeven
when un
love is notloving hot
living moments
touched once
dessicated by time's fade
tendencies & moontide lit up tripping
the hot-wired chaos of totally everything...
cute wrung roses cut wrong
flung
fugitives pricked in the nite
anything plucked
other than loveeven
when un
love is notloving hot
living moments
touched once
dessicated by time's fade
tendencies & moontide lit up tripping
the hot-wired chaos of totally everything...
who knows what holdsor
why?
who cansay
in the tide of sense&sensuality
passion's levée never breaks dipping all
we are in the miraculous river toe
or head
puncturing our coin flip
encasing our learning
giving these yelp-hurled souls the crisp quantum earth
stealing moments in flame
in the everyday step-yip
twitch-lounge-beat-shake-trip slake
this sweet solar chanson...
who knows what holds?
what gives
when hands unite
or bodies bleed
mouths taste
another, time
that godless dance
blows crimson free
forever
Saturday, 20 February 2016
lachez-prise
far off
near silver hills
other lives roule
en dimanche. steps
taken
by cliff-framed dramatic rills.
facebook may hint
at emotional
content…
god
what was her
name?
who
shared with her?
who
is back from
seeing this user’s
real content.
traversing
paths with animals
& children
under a blue
windless provence sun sky.
was
a thought for an appropriate emoji? photos
& memories collide. disintegrate
in loves’ cloudless dumb cry. hands
welcome wrinkles
not fingers
entwined
run softly
by nail
skinned
bark drying beneath another new moon
another hill,
an other life
stolen
from under the ever-cycling sun.
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