Tuesday, 31 December 2013
ein stein
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
present
i have presence for you
i
present my presence
when i
represent my presence
present
when my tomorrow today is
notwithstanding
presents
i have for you
you want presents?
you want presence?
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
neo colonial
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
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
hitchhiking
skydiving
horseback
or ship
don't matter how we get there
all roads lead to rik
Wednesday, 15 May 2013
Moonwalk
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
me
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
baby
i moonwalk as mj
consider it a gift
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Barcelona Reprise
Barcelona
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 Plaça 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