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Monthly Archives: May 2004
A friend, Malcolm, gave me permission to publish his two binary poems:
Positive Binary Poem
One nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
one nil
Negative Binary Poem
Love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
love one
Pop music
i look into the world
your reflection is ahead of me
an elder statesman who
one day
i shall become
Yay for me. I rock.
Curious writing
Naughty, bad, evil writing
Don’t touch that.
what?
Don’t.
The Newspaper?
Its disgusting
Well I wouldn’t buy it.
But its only the Sun.
Picking it up. An old newspaper.
Its not old.
Its just been left on the seat.
On the bus. Horrible.
But we’re sat here. That’s okay.
No. It makes me feel dirty.
But why is it bad to read the paper?
Filthy. Look at it.
It looks okay to me.
Pages are turned.
Well, I suppose just here its
slightly marked. Perhaps it
was being read by someone with
particularly dirty eyes.
Now you’re just taking the piss.
No, seriously. I can just imagine them,
sat here, dust falling from their
retinas. I bet the bus was spotless
before they started to look at it.
STOP MOCKING ME
I’m not.
Yes you are. You’ve turned me into a story.
That’s not mocking. That’s adoration.
It looks like mocking to me.
Maybe just a bit of mocking.
‘ocking, perhaps.
Or just m’ing
Eh?
A bit of mocking
Don’t be silly. And get it away from me
You want me to m at you from across the bus?
I want you to move the newspaper.
Does it ming?
Its touching my legs.
Oh dear. Perhaps I’d better cut them off
when we get back.
If you’re not careful you won’t be coming back.
Not even if I wrap myself in newspapers
first? Look, there’s one here. It should
help to catch any dust from my eyes.
Hmph.
The bus carries on for a bit.
Sunday afternoon
its finished
okay. let me see
here
will i like it?
i don’t know. Its a reflection on modern life
right
That’s horrible
You didn’t like it?
no. you write gruesome things.
But its got Noel Edmonds in it!
Yuck.
Saturday night
She looks across the room
the light from the television harsh on her skin
and sees the child in the corner
“Don’t you think we should bury it?”
she asks at no-one
Noel Edmonds pulls a lever and
an overly excitable man in a bad jumper
is drowned in a phlegm of green gunge
“Its been there for weeks now”
The credits scroll up the tv screen, a
eulogy to common sense waved off by
the cast of the programme
“I don’t like having it here”
But there’s no response
again
from the man next to her
just the occasional swish from the can
as he brings the lager to his lips
and a sigh
at the start of the next gameshow
I have come to the realisation that time is not linear, and that all points in existence pass simultaneously through all points in the universe. As a result of this, it is my birthday. Every day.
Today in 1942, Tammy Wynette was born.
My new copy of Doctorin’ the Tardis arrived.
Yay.
Listened to 1987 (with ABBA lyrics) at the weekend, for the first time in an age. It rocks. In a mad way.
For those who are interested, this is a good place.
Not justified and still fairly young
When I met King Boy D
last year? or was it before?
must check the tattoo
I took some photos
and some audio
got a cd signed
bought a poster
and a couple of books
20 pieces of artwork
but most of all
tried not to look like
an obsessive fan
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