Tuesday, 31 December 2013

ein stein

human being not being human being human being not being human when human being not human being human being all too human being is believing human is achieving human being being human in human being is being in you man yeah you man and you man too in human is you being human being too human all too human being to human being too two wrongs make it right three rights make it left to human being human being human to human right? human right is human right? right left right left right on human being human right on human being write on human being count on human being count on human being count on the fingers and toes of every human being being human being human being all too human being to human being count on human being count on humam being count on human being i've lost count of human being
i like being human

gene kelly

i wish i could tapdance
on tiptoe
flic flac when my feet go
splish splash on my sole
and i groove to the rhythm of my sole
on checkerboard tiles QUEEN!
a million mirror balls
uplit spotlit on me
tapdancing on tiptoe
flic flac when my feet go
splash! i'm walking on water
well what did you expect
a dance with death or dance or death
deign to reign on my parade
only if i can tapdance on tiptoe
and even then i only wanna tapdance on tiptoe
flic flac when my feet go
grooving to the rhythm of my sole

Monday, 30 December 2013

la passe pour la passe

fuck counterattacking football
always bring your A game
last resort plan A
home and away
no soap
radio here line ups in
formation obtuse isoceles
so easy on the eye
so easy when you try and
GOOOOLLLL!  (oh look)
you scored a goal
and at least
this: if i lose your conscience is yours

five gold rings

something's the matter
i can't fathom what's ma devil
said the bling bling king in his ermines
sat smuggling succulent oxtail
struggling grappling consciencess s s s
so says reckless providence this
crown is mine
but the world is yours

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

good grace

i don't seek your apology for one has not been hitherto forthcoming furthermore any impending apology will only remind me of that fact and in any case my dependency on another for something i don't need breeds hierarchy and i'm currently comfortably anarchy and not not nihilistically all should do what must be done.

i have already forgiven you.

Thursday, 12 December 2013


i have presents for you
i have presence for you

present my presence
when i
represent my presence
when my tomorrow today is
i have for you

you want presents?
you want presence?

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

neo colonial

riding shotgun in a howdah
on an audi TT
held high by henchmen
howdah holstered
hot not bothered
(a whisper)
heard a haggard young beggar beg friend said
howdy pal how about an ice cream i said
how about
all right then
and get one for your friend

Friday, 20 September 2013


avuncular rik
thick-rimmed glasses
sometimes stubble sometimes beard
rik's slick quick with his wit
sometimes groans sometimes cheers
musical frontiers smashed
who's his peers
john cage? what? cash? what? lennon? what?
don't talk toilet
rik don't fit in that
jack in the box
jack of all trades
the way he handles his balls
leaves many amazed
3, 4, 5 balls in different ways
jaws to the floor we all stop and gaze
at rik -------> the thinking man's thinking man
                     glasses off ladies man
                     comic style deadpan
                     makes dreams come true sandman

or ship
don't matter how we get there
all roads lead to rik

Wednesday, 15 May 2013


in the last throes of somnolence
dance, strike pose correspondent
in correspondance to a moonwalking MJ
busting moves across diamond skies of dayglow pixels
circuit board trill
the thrill of the lights
the thrill of the camera
accept spectacle
dance the duel
matador y toro
waltz as a wallflower
rhythmical tiki taka
one touch
the impudence of the inexorable knee slide
no carpet burn
skyscraper podiums tall as towers for pulpits
costume wardrobe
or do you hit it and quit
i moonwalk
i had no say in the matter
i don't matter
all i am is matter
as a matter of fact
stacked and restacked fractals
celestial construction makes divine axles
i feel the holy spirit
she says ride fakie baby
so i ride fakie
i moonwalk as mj
consider it a gift

Saturday, 16 February 2013

Barcelona Reprise

we get back to the den big ben as words tick tock on the clock but time stops on a triple decker sofa air made of the dim chaos of a lava lamp light show! lumps of hot molten bump and grind trading poles role play what did i just say? how long will we know each other you sound just like mrs merton read huxley uplit on the shelf on the stereo tv on the radio on the table green tea and green on the mezzanine is you and me.


usually these things start with a kiss
this one didn't
it started like this
you asked if i was ticklish
i said no
you said nothing
you just laughed and came at me like a whirling dervish

we wacky race round gothic streets
on a white whippet and a red ferarri respectively
cheered on by snarling gargoyles
employed as model citizens
tipped hats to the denizens of Pla├ža Trippy
pissed up and stinking of piss
slumped sinking uno! dos! tres! cerzevas!
weave through scattered tea leaves
those who cheekily relieve non believers of their idols
freewheel with a mutual taxis
which keeps us warm from the fresh new September chill that lives in Catalunya
square spiral staircase leads us to the peak of city living
bickering lovebirds no longer in love
twittering cocaine stained kickbacks
in the fuck-me-is-that-the-time? candid buzzkill white light of the morning
rambla along esplanades
lined with exotic trees bearing strange fruit
bruised by the double threat of lust and lucre
by day these dames be busting jokes
night descends and they busting heads
and where's the feds
how much claret's got to be bled?
instead la guardia urbana compete with us and the hobos and the merry marochinos with hippopotamus teeth
for a seat at Eulalia's feet
the finest spot in the city to cut smoke and key
i play paparazzi
the cops play coquette
i regret dropping the issue but i drop the issue
in pursuit of the coarse roll of wheel on concrete
percussive thwack screech of errant skateboard
audience hands as high hats when it all goes right
yamming red apples on a monday night
dropping synapses to soggy beats
a syncopated englishman wears his elastic face with a humour that lingered
so we scarpered to Venezuela for the hell of the sleaze
so serendipitous i couldn't believe
we would ever see a man with his own face tattooed on his chest
bared to the procession of excommunicated trustafarians
lost mongrels no leads looking for high jinks
under a glass pane that pablo dipped in silver and threw into the sky
retrospective photography of when the sun was getting high
we sink salubrious vegan elixirs to cleanse us of this city where we stealthily be
prolixious prolixious prolixity means
a little less conversation a little more action please