Do not claim,
June 30, 2009 at 6:24 pm | Posted in antihaiku, memoirs, sheer selfindulgence | 25 CommentsTags: calibans whiskers, outrageous moustachios
Do not claim to be a musician
in other people’s eyes
nor insert rhyme nor reason
if you cannot improvise
the way the surf breaks now and then,
between ocean and sunrise.
everybody on the one,
June 25, 2009 at 6:51 pm | Posted in antihaiku, poetry, sheer selfindulgence, writing | 9 CommentsTags: bootsy collins, orchid room, poetry
Standstill, if you leave a little space
between breaks a sandhill
there’s room between running late
and the desert, son,
he says putting his arm round my shoulders
smelling of salt fish and a sparkling
perfume there’s a reason
for the Cocoyea then lead bass guitar
and for an essential anonymity
of the artist, says Bootsy
handing me his sunnies and
lighting a big fat one.
Fundamental Revolution (1)
June 21, 2009 at 8:58 am | Posted in antihaiku, blogging, contemporary poetry, genre isn't dead yet but it should be, poetry, sheer selfindulgence, writing | 11 CommentsSo there has to be some motive force.
Bettering, not necessarily battering, Squires.
Hmm, where is my stunt
double twist with a singularity
caught in the space between
the word and the image
and coming out smiling,
haha,
in jeans and a peasant shirt
while i sit here
scribbling and grinning.
And I can’t resist
on such a gorgeous Sunday morning
saying just one more time,
bye bye fishy fish,
(segue into vodpod) and over and out
this is the end of the bloggedy blog,
Wanted to write a poem
May 1, 2009 at 6:58 pm | Posted in antihaiku, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 21 CommentsTags: poetry, winnie the pooh vs tigger, writing, writing for fun
called infinite eye queue but suddenly forgot
that language is linear but time is not.
heard the grumble of Bill Burroughs not
telling anyone anything they don’t already
and Baudelaire as I remember
yes but you can make them realise
make real
the difference between the insides
and the out of this most bizarre contraption
does not occur at the limits of this transaction
the old dog looks up
but underneath i’magination,
somewhere,
February 25, 2009 at 6:14 pm | Posted in antihaiku, australian poetry | 19 CommentsTags: lyre bird
the beauty of music is its honesty, you can’t fake it and it provides a certain cover,
here insert some fauna, a lyre bird or two,
Let me begin,
February 4, 2009 at 6:43 pm | Posted in antihaiku, poetry, writing | 8 CommentsTags: poetry, seeding with minimalism, writing
by apologising sideways
though for what I am
as yet undecided
or put aside
ways I’m not sure yet quite what
perhaps iron age pottery in
the armour of Henry The Eighth
or paramour, n’est pas
still furtive beneath silk.
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