Monthly Archives: January 2016

Short Poem

The lady sits down with thought bubbles for a bikini The man wearing a bowler hat in the bath resembles me The lady stops thinking I pull an egg from my naked top pocket

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All Clouds Are Really Pink

All clouds are really pink All birds are suspension bridges All hawthorn bushes wear hats All Classical Greek columns are empty All Toby jugs swim in the Sargasso sea All deep lakes hide tenon saws All school teachers stand on … Continue reading

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Fast Poem

A line of men getting progressively smaller The last one has toadstools instead of wolf like ears. I read the tombstone face with a thermometer candle This went out when it reached 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. The lady I met in … Continue reading

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To Atlas

Small animals inside rocks look out Chiming like distant bells to an absent congregation The road works lady walks by with a telephone for a dress. Ladybirds wash a blue whale in a tin bath Static like a cracked pot. … Continue reading

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Street Event 1.5

The otter headed man holds a rake (his smile is in a picture on the wall). While a blue painted lady sweeps up Her orange coloured thoughts. As the skyscraper fishtails shimmer An octopus flower in a wheelbarrow Sends a … Continue reading

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Speedy Poem

A large mouth on caterpillar tracks Talks to a lamp post smoking a cigar Smoke forms the shape of a buffalo On the not so great plains. A giant eye in swimming pool Watches a ladder swallow an anaconda Ropes … Continue reading

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Speed Poem Dedicated To Atlas

Walking on water in a goldfish bowl. Ski down a pyramid against a giant moon. The thinker trapped in his own thoughts. A glass of wine in a galvanised bath. A face reflected in an axe blade. Atlas holds a … Continue reading

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