Sunday, 24 June 2012

a haiku

Corporations fish
through wifi capturing nets.
Goodbye to secrets.

A Haiku

Just one strand of twine
Wrap our arms as rope together.
We sail seven seas.

Monday, 4 June 2012

a couple of haikus

Rugby players scores
huddled mud bees celebrate
Sweetest nectar won.

Parachute chord puled
packed inside gourmet menu.
I'll have the pork choooooooooops.

Sunday, 3 June 2012

a haiku

Double barrel boobs
from belt tight under belly.
Her tit wank xl.


The congeling blood filled crow
dots a flight path overhead
4000 hours of airborne surveillance logged
in an thickening imagination.
Inefficent feathers cut through thermals
down below his friends gorge on human excess.
Yet Gregg for that what he calls his conscious self
his name taken from the brown papered litter
he used to feed from cannot land.
This last flight
this curse of his evolved thinking
being too aware causes each vessel to turn to stone
to be able to survive.
Gregg knows that already his belly is swollen solid
brittle legs hang like autumn frosted twigs
if he lands
he will never take off again
his body
outstretched in its last dying fight
for flight.
No. I will not be remembered
as he crashed into ground
shatters into  tiny concrete fragments.
Easier to erode this way.

Quick Notepad Page Story

Harry left his mug on the sticky varnished tabletop.
Triangulated tea cup ring stains act as a landing pad
for repeated take offs.
Outside, standing with a tense face built like a blocked sink,
draining away through plug removed eyes.
taking in nature
‘you see this is what life should be, simple, birdsong
as he steps onto orgasm thick soft grass.
‘Not stuck inside plugged in and clocked off, no-one else is here,’
He ponders out loud.
‘People use to go online to get away, now in the real world.’
Clean fresh air is triumphantly snorted up, directed by ever
widening smile.
He has only reached this nirvana through his frustration
of trying to operate his computer with his charging phone.

some haikus

Shadows stretch, yawning
stood up disappear rising sun.
Return after shift.

Zebra stripped shadows
nestling behind trees safe.
Hunted by bright sun.

Daises fortified
within town planning cluster.
Our aerial view.

These greens seem more gray
help me colour them vibrant.
Through patient loving.

Point at any house
will turf out the occupants.
We can make a home.