Category: poetry

Expected Back Everyday

EXPECTED BACK EVERYDAY
EXPECTED BACK EVERYDAY
EVERY SECOND EXPECTING
ALL OF IT EXPECTED
EVERYTHING IS A-WAITED
PAUSED AND FRETTED

ANYTHING CAN COME NEXT
CONNENEXT
ONLY ONE IS A-WANTED

B RR R R R R R R R R R RR R R RRING INTERRUPTED

NOW CARRY ON
ALONG WET STONES
TO THE CRUNCH THAT’S
EXPECTED
NO READING OVER WHAT’S
A-READY

BOOM BANG IT’S A COUNTRY

NEXT UP WHAT’S A-WANTED
FELT FOR FALLEN THROUGH THE ROOF FOR
A TENDERER THING IS A-COMING

BACK
TOWARDS US AS EXPECTED
ANYTHING COULD COME NOW NEXT
ONLY THE SELECT A-LONIES CAN
KNOW IT’S A-RACING BACK
TOWARDS US AS EXPECTED

SHAKING OFF DIRT FOR -
NEXT TIME
EXITING EVERYTHING FROM/LIKE
LAST-TIME
LICKING UP DIRT OF PAST-TIMES
KNOWING WHAT’S A-COMING
COMING THROUGH THE CITY

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doctor Dr Mabuse

The undercurrent
the detached voice.

The mad doctor’s hand moves compulsively
and as compulsively they give him a pen.
And as compulsively they give him a sheet
of paper. And now he is writing.
Soon the marks become words
and soon they can be read
as sentences. Soon the sentences
are pages of thought.
Compulsively they read it.
Bind them with ribbon and
move into date order. Mean
while on the other side of town
Evil Boss of Crime speaks compulsively
and as compulsively they listen. And
as compulsively they work to the words To
the dot to the T.
Course to path the voice followed the pen
and an empire of crime was written. Madness spelt
the way for a vocal life, everyone
wants a vocal life like
mine.
Too loud too bare for each own
ears, the ship sunk and the voice leaked
away. Madness turned cloudy and ate itself
now to be found daily, tearing
the paper that poached it

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race yourself before the walls cave in

only be sorry for a second walls
only for a second be sorry for an order for walls
only for a moment be a sorry soul for a second in the walls
only for a walls
be active for a walls
Walls
be only one more than walls
be one and only only for a second mid YELL of the only walls
only be a breaking wave walls
only be a breaking wave waving mighty walls
Walls
break breakbreak only now walls

sorry for the second only that second walls
that second was triumphant and the walls
sorry for breaking walls
sorry for breaking down only walls
sorry for breaking down only for a second walls
Walls

so the only soul so the only soul walls
Walls
sorry for the four walls
breaking in for a sorry and then back walls
back walls
soul walls
sorry for breaking soul walls
sub walls
sub soul sorry for the walls
sub wave sub wave walls
only sub sorry for wave waving at the break down walls
only suitably sorry for waving suitably at the beautiful walls

voice coming voice has been walls
The voice walls
Voice the walls
the voice that breaks in waves the struggle to get walls
the waves of voice that break and struggle walls
the voice that breaks before the wave walls
the voice that breaks walls
want the waves walls
want the voice waves want to voice the waves not the walls
want to voice the waves not the walls

break the four walls
voice a broken walls
a voice breaks cracks four walls
a voice breathes in between walls
breathe in between walls
breathe like voices between walls
voices breathe into the next walls
voices crack into the next walls
crack break before walls
breath before voice walls
voice before break walls

breathe around walls
around all walls
breathe around the cracks in walls
The Walls
Four broken walls
Voice cracked walls
leading to walls
leading out into new walls
Way out walls
leading to a way out there walls
Their walls
leading them away they’re out they’re out walls
they wrote out walls
voice wrote out

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nursery rhyme

a stale man ina beggar’s tree

‘you can call me butter’

a vanishing a randing a rutted

eight itch paintings ina goer’s
hall. Brandishing eight somethings
You can call ME b

itch again you four. Think
itz better without b. Don’t
race dont win on the brink. stutter
Melted persons caught without see
snatching snacking every more
teeth teeth teeth
the wincy what’s-left lost all but
left. ‘Enough now b’
The same but

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The Wicked W of the W

First appearing ultimately harmless but utterly unapproachable. On wheels. Angry about an incident that wrecked the garden, blaming the innocent and upsetting those who cannot be held responsible for their actions. Not like the others. Promising a punishment, something requiring meditating on, something undeserved, arguably. Arresting the day, the happy atmosphere in the kitchen, leaving it bashed. Replacing butter with dust.
proceedings
ultimately utterly. Appearing. Un appealing.
very very green
A line ending
should spell “change, danger and incidents”. Adventure
The Can Do Project
Promiser punisher a pauser
(stick)
arrestor. upsetter (in smoke)
End of listening doctor returns
The gang are weary. The end of the line
Ultimately harmless all along.

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grid

“Ahem”
“Aha”
Ahem?
A haaa
“Ah”
” A”
(ha)Ahem
Mm huh
mm
“Ahem”
“Aha”
A huh a huh
hah

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now

write then write then write then think then write then write then write then think then breathe then write then write then think then think then view then write then write then partial viewing then incomplete partial viewing then write then write then think then write then write then write then write then write then write then write then write then breathe then delete then write then delete then write then delete then write then delete then

write than think then think then write then surprise then surprised then write then forget then regret then delete then write then write then write then write then pull then pull then pull then pull then pull then pull then pull then voice then different voice then write then write then pull then pull then pull then write then writ then think then think then write then write then write then view then review then review then review then write then write then write then breathe breathe breathe then sweet sweet sweet then write then write then write then write then write then write then write then write then look then look then write then look then write then look then write then write then write then write

then write then write then write then twitch then twitch then spell then spell then write then spell then think then think then write then think then write then write then write then ask then write then write then write then

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Lucas Cranach The Elder

I am present
The
currently presenting
(partial being)
I was NOMINATED

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I am currently present
and fitting
I am fitting
I am presently king of
(- non existent)
FRIDAY

I am verging
SATURDAY

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I am omnipollutent
(in french)

I am french
SUNDAY

I am currently special
( – lizing, about)

still fitting

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shaving laughing thinking

I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking

I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking
I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking
I cut myself shaving, laughing thinking
I cut myself shaving thinking, laughing
I cut myself shaving laughing – thinking…
I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking
I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking
i cut myself shaving laughing, typing
I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking
I cut myself shaving laughing, thinking

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