Young fathers heave paunches
occasionally behind the airbag,
ear slugs dug in.
I-pods bursting with pop,
with fifty favourite rock tunes,
or the ASDA collection of country music.
Baby basket first, then dogs are lifted
upon reflexive arms-precious cargo
bound for the hold.
Then there are the groceries, filling the hull.
Little blonde-licked boys in blue football strip
Slip into black and chrome S.U.V.s,
With tiny heads, they rule from on high
strapped into bucket thrones.
In four by four carriage they turn slightly to stare
through smoked glass.
Finally, they are disgorged protesting
at pre-school.
Friday, June 26, 2009
In the Bull Ring
In the Bull Ring
'...and then' you tell me,
thinking on your feet.
Sometimes you lean back lightly..
pull yourself up to your Gazelle height
or sidestep a little to focus on me.
Sometimes you thrust elegant hands,
...exquisite hands
deep into trouser pockets
( ...as I ache)
turning them, flashing them
fisted at me...
drawing them out,
plunging them in again
playfully as your head tilts
and you almost grin...
(...as i ache.)
Sometimes you raise your brows
fleetingly, fixing me with your gaze,
eyes flickering over my face
searching me for details...
( ...as I ache.)
Sometimes we stagger
in laughter together
through the Bull Ring,
aching...
desire and hysteria
filling our eyes,
blooming our cheeks
as we burst absurdities.
Or lustful we wind
animal bodies together
...aching.
'...and then' you tell me,
thinking on your feet.
Sometimes you lean back lightly..
pull yourself up to your Gazelle height
or sidestep a little to focus on me.
Sometimes you thrust elegant hands,
...exquisite hands
deep into trouser pockets
( ...as I ache)
turning them, flashing them
fisted at me...
drawing them out,
plunging them in again
playfully as your head tilts
and you almost grin...
(...as i ache.)
Sometimes you raise your brows
fleetingly, fixing me with your gaze,
eyes flickering over my face
searching me for details...
( ...as I ache.)
Sometimes we stagger
in laughter together
through the Bull Ring,
aching...
desire and hysteria
filling our eyes,
blooming our cheeks
as we burst absurdities.
Or lustful we wind
animal bodies together
...aching.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Hirst haiku
Cult 'artist' businessman Damien Hirst is about to sell off his own silver, namely everything he has ever made (or had made for him- he employs an army of functionaries to do the work for him!). The sale, expected to raise tens of millions will take place at Sotheby's next week.
He's even selling something he has 'stolen' from Durham Cathedral, a reproduction of the Rose Window. The works, with such pretentious names as 'Anatomy of an Angel'- a cast of an angel in white in which we get to see her partially exposed innards, 'The Incredible Journey'- a zebra in formaldehyde, 'The Kingdom'- a shark in formaldehyde, and, wait for it, 'Beautiful Helios Hysteria Intense Painting(With Extra Inner Beauty').
The sale is called 'Beautiful Inside My Head Forever.' (sic!)
Beautiful Inside
His Wallet With Extra Cash;
Hirst's Heist at auction.
Alcoholic health and safety 03.04.2008
Source: The Independent
The Home Office is funding a scheme in Southwest England to literally support and get home safely all the binge drinkers who totter home of a night and fill the casualty wards by offering, at a cost to the taxpayer of £30,000 free flip-flops, rape alarms, free condoms etc. Extra doormen with breathalysers are also to be recruited there .
Going soft on drunks?!
Home Office is flip-flopping
on drink-curbing spends.
The Home Office is funding a scheme in Southwest England to literally support and get home safely all the binge drinkers who totter home of a night and fill the casualty wards by offering, at a cost to the taxpayer of £30,000 free flip-flops, rape alarms, free condoms etc. Extra doormen with breathalysers are also to be recruited there .
Going soft on drunks?!
Home Office is flip-flopping
on drink-curbing spends.
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