Not a Hyku (No26)

I locked my phone

using a fence post

in the country side.

Tiny

Ice crystals form

On a fence post

As the temperature drops

Bellow freezing

In the countryside

The crystals form triangles

And a 1000 tiny fingers

Insignificant

But real and connected and with purpose

On a grave

By a church

Alive and asleep

With roles to play anyway

Not unlike the giant ancient  tortoise out of The Never-ending Story

Jarmmers Day

The kids were in hysterics last night

watching a Harry Potter on DVD

in German and Spanish. 

Two of Emily’s teeth fell out

and The Tooth Fairy came

and left two doubloons (£4).

I think it is a good day to watch The Hogfather!

6 Sleeps  to go

and there is a Mistle Thrush in the Garden

and snow on the roof.

Pluto and Charon Stripped Bair by Her Bachelors

L.H.O.Q.Q

Percival Lowell, I Paint a moustache on you

If your bigger than Mars you are ‘legitimate’ said the I.A.U

But your too small

and you don’t spin right!

‘Bicycle wheel’, ‘Fountain’ and ‘Ready Mades’

‘A Snowball Descending a Staircase’

R. Mutt to be the first artist pissing in space

But your too small

and you don’t spin right

Pluto and Charon Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors

Exposed on a hill top in the 1930’s

And that was it from the cock eyed world until the CCD and the PMT

 (Charge Couple Devise/The Photomultiplier Tube)

lets call it ‘Percy’ said The Lowell Observatory

And the Soviets retort was; “lets call it, ‘Our Dead Little baby’”

‘Nasha Dye Voshka’ in the margins

and with a binary called Charon what a bargin!

De-Mobbed these Mis-fits made from methane and Ammonia

Phantom Planet X on the frontier

Pluto and Charon Stripped Bair by Her Bachelors


Published by Cultural Foundation. Tune/Video available on youtube by Manfat Voodoo

Thus Spoke Zarathustra Gosling

The Nietzsche Super Gosling

climbs onto the rocks

out of the pond

she picks up a pen

and charts her ideas

for the long term survival of her species

given the looming threat of a new ice age

meteor strike or atomic annihilation.

THUS SPOKE ZARATHUSTRA GOSLING

Uber Grunshnabel

(The Uber Whippersnapper).

April Opens

I plant Ghost Thistles

in the garden

the week the compulsory

redundancys are announced.

The dog barks at something I can’t see

and the first fly of spring lands on

my snoring wife’s leg

as she sleeps in the garden.

At that moment my neighbours house alarm

goes off

and I know he’s not at home.

Published by United Press 2011

Narcissus Americano

The reflection in my Americano

shows the large chandelier on the café ceiling

which now looks like a spider

that has lampshades on its feet

in my coffee.

This observation reminds me of the

Tibetan myth of The Monkey and the Moon

Or even the myth of Narcissus.

But I will not form a chain from the ceiling with my fellow monkeys

to fish out the spider like in the Tibetan myth

or gaze longingly at my reflection like Narcissus

until I grow old

no

drink your drink

and move on

never look back

for monkeys, spiders or cool reflections.

Erasmus Darwin and the Chicken Ladder

Erasmus Darwin

My jeans are lined with rezzaline

Cause we all need a quick get away

Cause we all need a quick get away

Soul is cheap  when you find

Your are out of control

I’ve been watching you

You’ve been watching me

Sounds so familiar?

Do you want to see the whole picture?

Arthur Schopenhauer

Wille Zum Leben illico post coitum cachinnus auditur diaboli

I through my smoking jacket over my angels wings

And listen to my children I listen to my children

And listen to my children I listen to my children

I’ve been watching you

And you’ve been watching me

That sounds so familiar

Do you want to see the whole picture?

Bader Meinhoff Gang

Flagged up in a conversation you can’t handle

You don’t have the tools for the job

The thought would not cross your mind

Does that sounds so familiar?

Do you want to see the whole picture?

I’ve been watching you

And you’ve been watching me

Again and again

Start and blame

Erasmus Darwin

My jeans are lined with rezzaline

Published by Cultural Publishing. Tune/Booklet available at Cultfound.org

Near a Wood by the Sea in the Morning

Halfway through the dawn

in September

on the sea shore

the Knot is singing to the Robin

a fox barks in the bushes

behind me Jupiter is high in the sky

a crescent moon smiles bright

as the castle reflects in the 

still sea quiet a my wife’s mirror.

Blue sky, Orange sky, Yellow sky, Green sky

Black rocks, Green rocks

The early morning mist

In the wet wood

By the shore line.