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.

The Floor

Sanding the floor

Scraping off the lumps of dried paint

With a blunt chisel

My knee bones are sore

Lifting tacks

My nose is running

Lungs are tight

My tongue is dusty.

I’m also painting butterflies

On the floor boards

To be sealed

Diamond hard

With floor varnish.

Don’t step on the floor

Its wet

I have to go round the outside

Of the house to go to the toilet.

I finish this poem in the bath my wife has run for me

Run and used

The water is pink with her hair dye

My paper is wet and my pen doesn’t work

And the children are banging on the bathroom door.

Published by Poetry Rivals 2011

Death

 a cold shiver down my spine

on a visit to the city

I felt like a dog in space

or a lonely old person

not knowing who or where I am

in this concentration

I felt like a kettle that had boiled down

leaving me like lime flakes in the bottom

near the filament.

I saw an exhibition about death

in an old and uncaring slab of a building

phthalo green snakes

I am the cup

skulls bigger than I

butterflies stuck to gloss paint

their bodies missing

alarms going off when you get too close to see

I don’t feel safe

I didn’t then and I don’t now

I felt forgotten

like a dog in space

I remember my hopes and expectations

I had for the future

I noted that they didn’t work out the way I expected

I remember saying that the last time I was here

what affected me so much doesn’t even know my face or name.

Foxes

I saw a hunt

on the edge of a green wood

jackets as red a blood

the fox

 a target

for vicious animal behaviour

the fox as a symbol

a Worzel Gummidge

Jack of the Hedge

John Barleycorn

a weed wild as a virus

unregistered unmanaged

wasteland underclass

 blamed as a burden on

the countries resources

in this time of austerity

anything goes

 the youth steel plasma tv’s and trainers

in the city

the quarry win cabbages

on crackerjack.