Be a bad ass
roll around under grey skies — make out the back of a conservative party littering the sky with trials of rhetoric crass.
This is Glastonbury.
Where would you choose to land for a stay in paradise ?
Choose to land in a vessel with a bunch of optimists — no happy clappers — crossing themselves — for having faith in an ecclesial being.
Cause and effect
Late riser — godspeed little Jahew.
The hare won the final battle — drop a batch of cat nip into that speed walker in denial of its ferocity.
Dandelion mascots roar out visions of men staking out fresh empires.
Peach ,Melba , NICE custard, vanilla —the world we live in is an incovenient truth .
Mirror your actions.
Rebel military children — turn left when the governments urge you to turn to the right.
Enfant terribles flash a revolutionary selfie.
Write a summary of your own investigations.
Be the girl that silenced the world for 5 minutes.
Nebulous globules whitewash by contactless autocratic judgment.
Nixon – made jokes about an assassination.
Impeach my derriere in circular tinned seats — rest will fully for the sign cursive —
at what point did we misunderstand that a squelch is a tall order we’ve asked our hyper sensory earthling dwellers to endure.
Lament for nerves of each slow death of crustacean .
Wilful blindness — what degree of spirit level have you leaned into for crucification ?
Modern times call for a no nail nails celebration
Yellow roses indicate a gesture of friendship without the illusion that life can’t be avoided by sudden pricks.
Little but often — tolerance build up mops up all tears of solo inaction.
It’s not just me syndrome – Abandon the anti virus inoculation .
Germ free assholes plugging open mic for their 5 minutes.
colour of bleach – distress call driven to cling to the skirtboards.
Times picked up a pace
where even physics misunderstands sound waves
not even titled planet’s children’s pleas of ‘when will we get there?’ get’s an echo
unless played in reverse.
Influx of Catholics priests leaving trails of 30 year old pubic hairs
Twisted grey – Sexualised souls.
Perhaps a few of those clams had a chance to spit out a pearl.
The walrus put a stop to that .
Mother nurses her brooding loss over a swim in a tank of gin on the rocks.
7 days it took to rise to this state of rant ism effectual verbalism.
Ginger tea dispelled the myth that my expectations were indeed too great for a scorching third degree inquisition.
Latin languages pour waxen lyrics into my ear—honey orgasms.
dada ism and punk causes vertigo to incite a tremour of silence-
Delirium tilts my glasses askance –
I’m living in world of dirty ole bastards spitting out words that rhyme with a shimmy shammy.
Take me to the broadway headline
“she’s back in business now. “
Malefactions disorders under control not by the kaiser state nor the twelve step oracle of fate.
Sobriety comes from a just say no policy.
Hermits don’t need a chorus of you can do it supporters.
matter over what’s on the mind
Mind over what matters.
we are family.
chanting — watch your latest DNA protege win the race to the finish post with that line in mind
Mystic seance offering continental table wine and loafs of bread of support —
the language of OOK. I cannot support.
Soft ware programmes for orang-utans. –
Let words never lose their meaning
Sometimes we think we want to be understood
but remember how much more fun it is to have a few — put in their unoppressive input.
Sincerely lost all three egos to a winter in Calcutta’s harshest snow.
Climate change —
mood change — the moon has landed-
No body saw the side of Trump the media is willing to show
Messing about with a’ little boy’ – innocently having fun..
No king of the castles and dirty rascals
Competition lay in who laughed the loudest.
A couple of dying stars gave birth to a twin set — millions of light years away
Name requests required to ascertain their current deformity.
Theseus and Selene
Godparents put up a banquet on a strip arrested by brazen lights .
Bring your best boulder and limbo moves — Caesers palace requests a baptism of fire breathing adornments.
There she goes- walking in sharp angles
Anorexic nervosa Dion mustard sings-
all by myself —
stop throwing up regurgitated chunks of emotion.
Men don’t understand the biochemistry off set brewing under three layers of endocrine.
Lunatics stain sheets with blood –
Curly sue inphallicaly dismissed for a promotion to children balloon entertainer on grounds of not measuring up to histories greatest.
Still humming to the blues -all I want is my equality.
Mother Earth – in shah Allah
– poke,me ,turn me , burn me, piss on me, spread faeces-
defacate plastic attacks and call it Art.
The magic money tree belongs in the book of Exodus
A club house anthem – dropped by a basket -case , sudden short-lived career change by MC Moses .
Liar liar — some morals get the thumbs up for their choice in cider.
Live, love – consider the Joshua tree
Crush on Dick in vintage van’s and full Dycke.
supercalafragalistic expealdocious attunes to the one man band who sees the sultry feline in that cat caught on the other side of the brawl – with her weave on AWOL
One painted fingernail cannot make up for not being able to fist with the patriarchy
How low can this weed go?
Look around – inspiration doesn’t fall far from Gayes grapevine .
Are we to trust all we hear via a grapevine or take it as a given that nobody up to any good will walk away unstained –
Indeed feet offend an entire continent predominantly ahead of the pack .
- Stream of consciousness with a few word verifacartion included
Posted on 2017-06-28, in Experimental Writing updates, Poetry updates and tagged In Yer Face poetry, Random, Religion, self expression, self-awareness, self-esteem, Stream of consciousness, The lyrics to my life, THIS IS LIFE, WRITE TO RECOVER. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.