END STAGNATION

Thursday, 17 June 2010

s

In consequence, I can see the egg.
The pristine shell of idle mittens.
Wracked by guilt the giddy clown sighs.
a Pyre, A Pyre for yesterday.

Dumb clucks the austere prison.
Moving silent, lips in innocence.
A crack forthwith, an oozing yolk,
coagulated matter, grey for brains
on the outside.

Slipping under the low globe.

to wear the apple skin of the sky .
if the viceral hiss of the jungle
might exist again,
time's great aperture tipping with rain.
then mercy makes
a birthday cake
and all is forgotten.

Friday, 14 May 2010

List

when the transit eaves of reality creak
leaves sway back and forth incessantly.

colours jump and whistles fly
in dark and pale vessels, we calmly sail by.

a fading spectacle of lethargy. 
a starlit zoetrope looping the image of a featureless head.
mirages of tattered kites and flags depicting an extinct species

the pulses of visionaries, beating upon a clay pot by a naked flame/
a vague tropical rhythm which coaxes the kappa to his watery grave.

animal's pearly eyes, gleaming with jackals hungry smiles
overgrowth daubed upon mosaic tiles.

(the river opens into the sea)

Animate furniture trapped inside a locked and dilapidated garden shed crushing the skeletons of people who once lived there.
A blind man walking into a beehive and getting a face full of bees and honey, he doesn't get stung once, but the whole experience is a bit uncomfortable for all involved.
The skin of Louis Armstrong hung on a brass coat hanger, ready to be worn by anyone who answers the riddle set by the talking wall.
Jehosaphat, jumping into an anonymous stream of piss
Assorted trail lines made by planes in the '50's

Saturday, 6 February 2010

Sunday

Pure blue.
You know that feeling, a feeling beyond your years,
a ball of roots hanging from a broken dusty old concrete staircase.
Sun shining, voluptuous cadence felling of the trees,
in time inexplicably you will be better, untied and carousing
this is what pins me. Far staring daydream.

Far staring daydream, here i am not.
the white satin of youth lost in a level drum
hammering on the slow starlight of yesterday.
Sat on the step beside my ever changing heart,
I listen for resemblance.

Intuitive movements,
you are a composer of penance.
Tell me why, inaudible scores
play the loudest in me.

Liquid pours, the lions roar.
and the setting sun reveals a shadow
complacent of it's birth.

Friday, 5 February 2010

Batang

There is a poltergeist in my house.
I heard it go in the kitchen and tear things up.
The next door neighbours have been abducted.
I am alone waiting ready to call the crime number.
I have to phone the agency at 3.
I have a headache.
When I'm falling asleep I can see a woman.
going to do some painting now.

Monday, 25 January 2010

APPARITION

FUKAKA MILODI GUSHA FUNSLAPP FERUCHT FERUCHT CAMPING SLWDOWN CASTOR OIL COMPT HUAN WASTAGE NUBERED PLACED INTACT GRAVEL A POSITIVE CAN DO ATTITUDE VIBRATOR UNSINKABLE STARSHIP GUI.

.Iso.Rar.Exe.Nfo.Bin.Cue.Lyco.Pheme.Cotton.reems.a2.M25.polka

Hybrid vehicles, amassed in millions, trillions taped to the backside of winona riders adorable rectum. 
ZX SPECtrum, Atic atac manic miner  r  r r r r JSW. your pixel wife waves that rolling pin at you far too many times. Use it instead to defile the face of Leanne Rhymes. Cant fight the moonlight when you havent got a face now can you Leanne.
This time it's personal, , no lawsuits, no crappy time shaking boot flapping cock waving scenes.
just pure unadulterated lightly salted text, if you dont like it, take it to your local MP.
I chucked the towel down, slapped you with my silk glove. Rest amongst Plovers.

Take time, hunters, bring on the sauce. Where is it then?

BUSINESS MANIFESTO

Here at Marinalights, we have gathered together and drawn up a manifesto for our service.

We now actively run under Project "Truce"
which entails-

1. No Jargon. - Although we extol the beauty of language and form, business needs to back off and get some new tricks.
2. We will reach our branches out in every direction.
3. Feedback System - We are a fast, direct service, like precious sugars from a ripe fruit.
4. If you have something to say, say it. Typed and out loud. (order not important)
5. We will reinvent business. Because we are simply unhappy with the current models.
6. We will unclog the stagnant pipes of art with an enema that's been overdue for decades.

Sunday, 24 January 2010

L

BUY THIS STUFF! BUY THIS STUFF I SAY! I LOVE YOU! BUY THIS STUFF! EAT IT UP! FEED ME! PETRIFY ME. COLLAPSE ON TOP OF FRESH OVERTURNED SOIL.

Songs yet to

I think about you when i use my Stabilo .88, eat pesto bread and Ardennes pate. this is lifestyle, this is the beginning, not of the end but the manifesto is taking shape. The corporations don't encourage your free will and i'm a hypocrite, a sellout, a travesty of what I was before. No. This is focus, this is resurrection, of a new life, an age old principle of spontaneity. Rewired into your Sony Vaio VGN-A617B which you are selling on eBay, because you can make a fair price on it. Red dots under the word "make" whether you're European, American, African, Asian, Slavic, Negro, Indo, Inuit, Panamanian. Defying analysis is not such a bad thing. Maybe you want to get by, but maybe you want to change. You hear about the stories of success and failure, but are you ever making stories of your own. You probably never will be televised, a plasma TV or an OLED screen, tape it to your knitting Machine, i like Berol and Bic because they don't leak on lightweight paper. This is coming from the forefront. You want a quality product, buy these pens. Never buy your child a Parker fountain pen. These should be reserved for business only. No matter how careful you are, there is always a risk that your pocket could become flooded with ink. Are you left to die by the wayside, you ay think this is complete trash, but you will remember, these are words you will not forget, they are buried in your subconscious forever now. these weasel words, and repetitive subliminal textures, nuances of less than radical dreams. Who is the ultimate money maker here? If you truly believe, then you know what to do, you know where to stick it. I mean this in the nicest possible way. This is inspiration, taken from higher levels, if you read between the dots and dashes, maybe you'll receive a flash in the pan. I know you're not stupid, and so do the rest of us. This is broadcast from 49933:232/50333:333r We are not well fed.

Saturday, 23 January 2010

TRUCE

I figured that this is only the way to deliver the camouflage, secrecy and openness both veered off course a long time ago, leaving a bitter taste in everyone's mouths. At present, the villains of literature have made a rendezvous with a constellation of Michelin stars and WILL complain about the sauerkraut. So you drank a bottle of Niquil and felt a bit dizzy? See through the bright lights and put your Glock back beneath your belt. Tell me why you made these creatures out of felt.
How far is as far as I know? Distance keeps stretching past the barricades and budgerigars of space and faceless comedians. (who shaln't remain nameless) Time will tell you that you didn't put enough money in the parking meter. The next thing you know you're on eBay ordering saltpeter. Life is like a midget, too short to ride the rollercoaster. I say this while I eye up your four slice toaster. I'm a hungry man, and two slices just doesn't cut it.

Your face is at the end of my verbal katana, tragedy as I slip on a discarded banana.
why did you put balloons over both of your fists and beat up Bobby Brown?
to circumvent the social superstructures that built up since you moved out of town.
the vote is unanimous, animate and rolling down the road. Too bad, you didn't put the handbrake on. Lyrical failures deflating into hyperspace, get on the linguaphone and learn another language.
here we go again flexing text on the xerox, yuppies pumping their fists in time with the drabness. We're having a rave in the penthouse of Canary Wharf, then flying out to Dusseldorf away from the ensuing law forces. I see them ride in their flashing fiberglass horses.

Anyway, As I said, at the end of the day, after all is said and done, in conclusion, finally, my point is that, what i have to say is, theoretically the solution is,












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