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
Monday, 30 December 2013
la passe pour la passe
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