Sunday, 17 November 2013

Sod it all

There's no more
Gators in the gazebos
we're all destined to collapse
in sludge and slurry;
all talk is sod
just as my cigars
won't unwind

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Ode to silent Sundays

Laydown your plastic poppies,
wreathes of sage, 
mandrake, mangrove & juniper
Lead the procession
this is our only religion,
the only excuse left 
for silence
have a wet lunch after 
in the Commonwealth club.

almost smacks like a sheeshy 
boulevard of cocktails
We love the empire of the dead

Rember real poppies ?   Not too worry, this is one tradition thats more popular than ever

Saturday, 2 November 2013


By the laws of physics
 it is the ultimate destroyer of worlds
it is the female aspect of the universe
whence things come into creation,
and where things go unto destruction.

Her name's McClaine but
she likes only straight bourbon

Life is a beaut
but it wouldn't be if we
weren't destined to die
ergo, it is ugly
we think of only the
material as immortal
As if the Americans
put these highways between us
only to illustrate the fall of man

when we value
the veil, matter
over mind


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