CREATIVE QUOTES BY TREV TEASDEL
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I blog my poetic fictions on Medium Trev Teasdel – Medium and followers on there often highlight their favourite quotes for the stories / poems. I have curated some the best to feature here. I have linked them to the particular story in case you want to read them in the original context. ALL QUOTES FROM FICTIONAL WORK BY TREV TEASDEL. Hope you like them. Trev.
From Fluffball Capitalism
" Fluffball capitalism with its meaningless memes and virtue signalling — its pouting puppeteer press and paper Mache masquerading."
" I’m the gaming console of a new way, the mouse point of a new imagination — the world is full of left overs from a dark and cynical age."
" Half-cut poets with rhymed couplets in their hair make love to Iambic goddesses in cheap rented boudoirs of the Salty Pepper and Mustard night."
From Paprika Street
" This Beef Stroganoff sunset, boneless and overcooked with cars parked like cushioned mushrooms in sour creamed streets, where couples walk the garlic clove night and alleyways along Paprika Street, their half-fat Parsley chopped conversations echoing in the wild rice, non stick evening."
" Half-cut poets with rhymed couplets in their hair make love to Iambic goddesses in cheap rented boudoirs of the Salty Pepper and Mustard night."
" Food Banks and Tax Havens sit side by side, there’s something for everyone on Paprika Street, but no one gets the irony as they build homeless shelters for all the fallen investors."
From Strip Jack Naked
" I know, it’s raining and only 5% of you are nudists — buy an umbrella for god’s sake — you’ll miss it when they send us all to work on Mars — and yes I’ve seen the plans….!"
" I was born to the game, a pack of snap, strip Jack naked, rolling poker, cheating, solitaire, son of a lying politician."
From Mad Planet
" And why does work have to be odious and tedious and hard and boring, as if we’re being punished for existing! Make work fun, more gets done when you’re having fun."
" I know, it’s raining and only 5% of you are nudists — buy an umbrella for god’s sake — you’ll miss it when they send us all to work on Mars — and yes I’ve seen the plans….!"
From Are You Guilty
" I work in the monogamy department, they monitor our sex lives for the sustainable economy, but we all break the rules — that’s what the rules are for!"
" You know the world is naturally lazy, it just drifts on by —I know, I watch it from the coffee stand, its only humans that have a work ethic, I’m lucky, I’ve got selective hearing!"
" The dinosaurs were creating panic, there were humans jumping from the bridge, the news reporters were talking to the dinosaurs, “And what is the meaning of this intrusion — didn’t the meteorite get you way back?”
" Red rusted ships, the smell of fish that rose on the wind from the docks, cranky cranes with crinkled cut chains and bread tin cabins, the tin pot tugs and plodding pilots by the river edge, and the red light bonking houses where the casinos squeal for money."
From The Daily News
" Subscribe, subscribe to my channel, give me a thousand likes, I can teach you all about dullness. I was an unknown nobody, until I had this under cover journalist on my trail. They have files on me where files should never be filed. They have headlines on me all over even though my contract says I‘m camera shy. Really guys, I’m trying to keep it dull!"
" Ok, I worked for a Tax Haven, but guys, I was just the Taxi driver — I know nothing about any leaks — try the plumber, he’s always been a name dropper. No, there’s no link with the war office, lets keep it real."
From The Experiment
" The tanks rolled down the cobbles — it sounded like premium rated thunder, there were people behind curtains and fear in their faces."
From Surrealist Data Ananlyst
" I’m a surrealist data analyst, a computer data imperialist, predictive and prescriptive, future motivation, profit integration."
From Austerity was Wild
" Austerity was wild, we spent like Cadillacs draining an oilfield, gambled with whole countries Las Vegas style, put the plebs in straight jackets and sailed the ocean in fuck-off yachts."
“So what do you do then Frank”, I asked. Frank took me into the cabin — “I collect authors.” he said, and showed me Tolstoy, George Eliot, DH Lawrence and many more tied up in the cabin and talking in quotes. The boat took off but at least I was in good company, even if I do quote myself!"
From Lantern Lane
" The Moon is tucked up and snoring in bed and all the night owls are calling it a night."
" The news is remonstrating, bursting out of windows and chimneys demanding to be seen and heard."
" I have long lost it with the little men of wars and all their money bothering, their bubble gum markets and their debt and pyramid mountains."
" Worlds are like TV channels, we are not all watching the same drama, or film and even the brain washing has its own house style."
" We are back -packing through the world, crossing the desert of mad politics and trying not to get robbed."
" Lantern lane, with its luscious tarmac tramways, timeless bars, and luminous tantric transcendence."
" Frank was grumpy, laying in a heap on a blank page, the only other human was a mouse, and as we know, a mouse is not human, well not normally, there may be exceptions, but as a rule, unless they had been changed into a mouse — they, for all intents and purposes, were a human — but this was a mouse and we’ll say no more about it."
" Frank eventually made it in to the Guinness Book of Records — but that was on account of all the Guinness he had drunk. Yeah, that’s our Frank!"
From Blockbuster
" I call into the trailer to chew the fat with the leading lady — she’s masturbating and throws a jug at me — how the hell was I to know!"
" I take a cab up town, creep through the homeless hoards begging for food, begging for anything — hope gone out of their eyes. It’s a lousy dumbed down world with it’s brain in a pickle jar."
" The tanks are rolling in on McDougal Street, I broke the curfew and had to get on the floor, roughed up and beaten."
" The streets stink of piss, the shadows look drunk, the whole of decency has been looted and trashed. I hang out in the bordello, it’s better than a cheap wank and the tequila is strong."
" It’s going to take a blockbuster to change the Zeitgeist."
From Dog
" I am dog, I am all dog. I don’t have an owner, man those monkey people are deluded, they love to think they own everything."
" Mankind should be on leads."
" Yeah, I speak in dogmatic, so what, it’s better than all your constant caterwauling."
"Don’t get me on your wagtail politics…your whole society is howling mad."
From In All Probability
" I’m not going to tell you the truth, why should I, everybody has their own version of it."
" We all came here by taxi, we tipped the driver and left our luggage in his boot."
" I’m not even gonna talk to you, my words are just mind butter, something in me likes to spread it on the page."
" The world is a huge tax haven and some one stole the gold. Was it Goldfinger or Goldman Sachs, my money’s on Goldilocks, someone ate all the porridge."
" There are new ways to protest, I read it in a dream, they can’t legislate against everything, play them at their own game, and play them hard."
" This is not really a story or a stream of consciousness, I think of it as a probability map of alien mathematics."
“The best poems are invisible” she said, they are like orgasms that you fake, like love you never thought you could give, they are worlds that never existed but for the thought of them existing."
" If we made love, I didn’t know about it."
" I’m from the block, the writers block, where the pens dry up and the pixels freeze. I’m an empty headed writer from the nowhere zone — you won’t get a word out of me."
From Arthur
" Something Arthur said the other day. I’ve no idea what he said, but it made sense at the time."
" Arthur was a quantum micro chip developer who could be found in several places at once."
" He walked around the house in just his underpants, much to the annoyance of the TV licence detective who was spying on him."
" Philosophy was our big thing and it was satisfying to realise that actually we know nothing at all — ask Arthur — he’d agree, if only he could remember."
"I rather liked Arthur’s body-painted girlfriend — she knew a lot about paints and textures and image descriptors, she was so off-canvas, it was amazing."
From For the Love of jazz
“Poetry sucks” he said “it’s like Jazz, you improvise around certain clichés, and expect applause”
" Moneyfact lived in a brown worn out wallet in Tango Town and slept on a Visacard in the orange light of a Tango Town night."
" Lovemaking in the vault of gold involved stripping down to the pure intuitive self; the setting aside of all ego and the conjuring of elevation and radiance of conjoining wave-patterns. Moneyfact was learning this lost art."
From Quite Frankly
" There was a small riot in a corner of town and the two sides were beating the shit out of each other. Frankly, if it was me, I’d play ’em at strip poker and if they got me naked, they would win — the winner takes all."
" If we made love, I didn’t know about it."
" I was tired of selling Igloo insurance, the industry was melting and my finances snowballing to slush."
" They are all logged into social media making obnoxious comments about each other — the days of real people are long gone."
" The world is just an igloo, you need to curl up and dream of something warm."
" I was born with a blank mind, and it’s still blank!"
" Here comes my landlady, in Thierry Mugler corsets, always when I’ve just been paid, she knows how the male mind works. No wonder I’m poor!"
" I never did manage the alphabet, I speak in tartan underwear, if they don’t sack me on the first day, I have to sack myself."
" I’m working on selling my debts as assets. Well that’s what they do, why not me?"
" I should really draw the curtains, but the landlady likes them open, look — don’t look. Too late, we are all far too nosy."
" I sit with my archimage and a book of spells while the world clocks in."
" Perfection eludes them, and they love their peccadilloes."
" This autocorrect world with predictive sex and facial surveillance, in the supermarket isles where tills eat money."
" We live in a world of question marks with no answers."
From Writer's Block
" I’m from the block, the writers block, where the pens dry up and the pixels freeze. I’m an empty headed writer from the nowhere zone — you won’t get a word out of me."
" I’m working on a block buster with just a cluster of words, it’s a novel idea but it may change the narrative."
From How to Fail at Just About Anything
" As Arnold Crumble-Worthiness (the well known narcissist) once said “Fuck it, I give up, pass me my vodka” and he wasn’t even joking."
From Asparagus
" The poet
is an asparagus
he, she or the multi-cultural genders
say nay to the ways of the crowd."
is an asparagus
he, she or the multi-cultural genders
say nay to the ways of the crowd."
" The cabbage patch poet
may never have written a poem
but they have poetry about them."
may never have written a poem
but they have poetry about them."
"The egg and sausage poet
thrives on vegan metaphors
no government is worthy of them."
thrives on vegan metaphors
no government is worthy of them."
From Panavision Motion
" I was born in a movie, learned to walk like a star, cameras rolling. I threw my tantrums across the set and balled out the director."
From In the Wrong Film
" My words to you are in a lucky bag, I pull them out and throw them like a dice, who cares who wins and loses, that you played the game is all that matters."
" My words to you are in a lucky bag, I pull them out and throw them like a dice, who cares who wins and loses, that you played the game is all that matters."
" All the interviews I gave were just the rattling of a snake, the words themselves mean nothing, it’s just my smile you need to believe."
" We are just shufflers in the alley caught on magnetic tape, with improvised dialogue that never makes much sense."
" I came here for the sex but they said I came too soon"
From Pinter Town
"The art of protest is surprise, anything else, and the state will be prepared."
" I am all the money that has ever been created, and refuse to be owned or exchanged."
" The world is run by snake charmers and bugle blowers."
From Nightfall in Sorrento (Performance Poem with Guitar)
" In the wah wah cadence
Of Sorrento radiance,
Re-mortgaged Estate Agents
with Vintage Bentleys
sway in the breeze
to nightfall’s synthful,
sassy jazz."
Of Sorrento radiance,
Re-mortgaged Estate Agents
with Vintage Bentleys
sway in the breeze
to nightfall’s synthful,
sassy jazz."
"Glow-worm leprechauns
In dust-down
Denim delights
Ageless
And jazz-hot.
Hide behind enemy-lines
In Sorrento."
In dust-down
Denim delights
Ageless
And jazz-hot.
Hide behind enemy-lines
In Sorrento."
From NEW YEAR RAG
" Some say I should write a book — I’ve been a bookkeeper and a bookie — what I don’t know about books is not worth publishing!"
From Money Wasn’t Part of My Scheme!
"I write with a peppermill, grind the words and sprinkle them softly on my take-away ideas. The hills are made of baked potatoes, buttermilk walk ways, sprinkles of cheese with cart wheels of cucumbers."
From Roseberry Topping — Earth Mission
" I unzipped the internet and got into something less clingy."
" The wind whistled like a paper seller on a deserted corner."
" I climbed a tree and networked with the leaves."
" Up on Roseberry Topping where the UFO perched haphazardly, the flash lights beamed and the sirens sounded in the dark — there was a commotion."
" I checked my phone, Facebook was down and Twitter deserted and there were drones above Roseberry Topping."
" Tried to text my lady. Some how the message went to my boss, and it wasn’t pretty! I’d have some explaining to do!"
From Politics is Melting
" The bonfires of anti-strike legislation, the chanting hoards of ‘had enough’ "
" Politics is packing its case and leaving by moonlight, its lies litter the streets."
From Monsieur Sauvignon
"The driver had a tale of misdemeanour for every town we passed through, he was master of the garrulous gob, full of chatter and the patter of the chat up line."
"I brushed the knots out of your long hair and wiped the rain off your brow, in a layby, drinking coffee from a flask and a cold pasty"
" He was born to dark matter, taunted the earth’s slow witted gravity and slept like a tree in the forest of Elderberry."
" Sauvignon was a polyamorous polymath, a well drawn character with smudges around the edges."
" Life is like a good wine — too much analysis can make it unpalatable — just drink and enjoy the free ranging transitions."
"This is the story of the story that no one ever read."
" Do stories care? — NO! Not at all, they are not human."
"Maybe stories are just fumes, escaping, gaseous, given off by friction."
"I am a fabricator of words and sentences, I build them creatively like dry stone walls with no apparent wattle on desolate moors."
"Does anybody read a dry stone wall, can they be deciphered like tealeaves, the way the stones fall and support the whole."
"The Slabulous Gutter Press dabbled even then in fake news and views."
"Shiraz was a Grape squeezer and somehow managed to disarm her guards and walk away without episode."
"Shiraz rode down the hairband streets, soaking up the brainwash juices and washing the streets with fresh enlightened vino."
"Lamp posts were sleeping on the street, bottles staggering home to slum-terraced bottle crates."
From The Letter World
"Sunday morning was for church, a sobering up from the sins of Saturday night, and Sunday roast, bath night and The London Palladium followed by a film."
"That time we hitched, frozen on the side of a Motorway, and a truck pulled up and we clambered up into the cab, wet hair, full of fun, the world hadn’t got to us then."
"The driver had a tale of misdemeanour for every town we passed through, he was master of the garrulous gob, full of chatter and the patter of the chat up line."
"I brushed the knots out of your long hair and wiped the rain off your brow, in a layby, drinking coffee from a flask and a cold pasty"
"We were unexpected fictions in the serious play of life."
"They tie you up in bills, in 12 hour shifts."
From Mud Splash
"Max soon had his crater looking good, it was only a matter of time, and yes, they did seem to have time here, it took him a while to get the hang of a good clock."
"Max signed on for Universal Credit — “Where are you from son?” “Oh, you know — the Universe!” You have to give him credit, he knew how to deal with down to earth bureaucrats."
"He’d been working on a new 6 cylinder automatic Meteorite with cosmic wind screen wipers and state of the art launching pad."
It’s mountain bike Monday, my son comes home like a mud-washed metaphor, its meaning is unclear, the shower’s not pleased."
"The steam-punk buses broken down at the bus stop, the gold dust petrol stations with record profit petrol."
"The rain is practicing drain avoidance there’s a flood of a evidence that the cars race through"
"Max was rock solid with an iron core and radioactive temperament that had so far lasted a half-life of about 24,000 years."
"Max signed on for Universal Credit — “Where are you from son?” “Oh, you know — the Universe!” You have to give him credit, he knew how to deal with down to earth bureaucrats."
"He’d been working on a new 6 cylinder automatic Meteorite with cosmic wind screen wipers and state of the art launching pad."
From Bad Influence
"School they said, hey, I’m no fool, I outsourced all my essays and slapped a privacy notice on all my exam answers."
"Politics, it’s a Crap Game, roll your eyes then roll the dice, your lies."
"The masked ball, even their balls are masked, ask Mabel, she’s seen behind the label!"
"I was born to a gig economy."
"I was handed the ordinary life — but hey I tweaked it a bit!"
"School they said, hey, I’m no fool, I outsourced all my essays and slapped a privacy notice on all my exam answers."
"Ah life, it’s a glorified board game, you gotta know how to throw the dice, keep some aces up your sleeve, invent all your own apps, and always get out of jail free!"
"There’s no monopoly if you know how to corner a market."
"Politics, it’s a Crap Game, roll your eyes then roll the dice, your lies."
"I was born to a gig economy."
From A Winter’s Dream, A Strike, A City.
"It’s a winter’s dream, showing off shawls of snow"
"Speak to the silent orchestras lost in the snow."
"It’s a winter’s dream full of frogs leaping a frozen lake."
"It’s a Hedge Fund Pantomime betting on a general strike."
"The joy of politics is a wet dream."
"I don’t even know what kind of job this is, or to whom I am applying, I was sent here by the authorities, they thought I was some kind of idler. I am some kind of idler, not sure what kind, but it’s poor they have no vacancies for a true born idler. What kind of system is this!"
"Luco De Zade was a zero sugar legal fiction, he existed on paper only but had a torrid affair with reality."
"As a man without his own jail, he took no prisoners and attended group therapy for Imposter Syndrome."
"He lived in a ring-pulled drink-can with his wife’s lover Al Uminium."
"Luco hung out with the legal Eagles, and thought there was nothing so common as law."
"Luco’s politics were Gluten Free, he’d never vote for the Gluten Party, and in fact he hated parties altogether unless his wife and Al Uminion were there."
From INTERUPTED MONOLOGUE
"I came here to complain, but I find there is no complaints manager, so I paid them a backhanded compliment, they complimented me on it but it backfired on them."
"I’m not one to tell stories, and this is no kind of story, the beginning got mixed up with the end and the middle got muddled."
"There’s only so much you can say about humanity, and most of it’s in the Daily Mail."
"I got a job in a Writers’ workshop, dishing out the pens. Believe me the pens were loaded and the ink just spilled out."
"Yes ok, I play Trombone, I get paid scale — usually Bb major, it’s not a pretty sound but the saxophones appreciate it."
"I don’t even know what kind of job this is, or to whom I am applying, I was sent here by the authorities, they thought I was some kind of idler. I am some kind of idler, not sure what kind, but it’s poor they have no vacancies for a true born idler. What kind of system is this!"
From Yeah, Old Valentine — Don’t Get Me Started!
"Some get trapped in monogamy, they overdose on monotony, I got lost in the sperm count and was met with a pregnant silence."
"All my friends who fell in love are in therapy, they are offloading on to innocent poems."
"Some boast about the size of their Valentine's card, I’m still hoping for compensation, that strap-on was a lie detector, they say I play with the truth."
From Secret Thoughts
"This morning I let my thoughts out for a run, they had been cooped up all weekend, doing my head in."
"If this was a story, it would be the place where you checked your phone, looked out the window, shouted ffs get on with it, I have other things to do."
From Wrangling Again
"My memories are like washing, I’m trying to get the stains out, a little blues guitar and they iron out straight, like new, less stressed."
"My world is a pile of washing, lived in, used, in need of a good soaping, gossiping in the shadows, dreaming of fresh linen and smart appearances."
"I buy my clothes from the ragtime markets, lace them up with strands of lead guitar."
"I move like a Sonny Rollins saxophone riff, I don’t stop, I’m a carnival of sound, I’m a pair of bass octaves moving down the frets, I get off on the snap and click."
"Don’t talk of love, it all got tangled in my hair, it took a specialist to straighten out the knots and a clairvoyant to give it some direction."
"Well my Wranglers no longer fit, I took them back to the county store, but the headlines said I turned up naked — well that’s just the way I was born!"
From Don’t Bother to Rhyme
From Don’t Bother to Rhyme
"Don’t bother to rhyme, start in the middle and put the beginning at the end."
"As for syntax — just go with the sin."
From I Will Study Anatomy At Midnight
From My Day in the Shed
From The Barleycorn Bacon Hills
From Market Forces
From In Velcro
"The weatherman came round on Tuesday, he was a bit stormy in the east, but the sun was shining out of his ass."
"I went fishing off the dock, the wind blew the town out to sea. They all came back looking like shipwrecks, I poured a little whisky on their sails."
"I run my stories through a Velcro machine and somehow all the random lines hook up."
From Medium Rare
From The Outsiders
"We wrote in smoky cafes like existential monks, dreaming of literary sex in downstairs musical dives."
"We wrote our poems like lead-guitar solos, bending our metaphors through cheap and earthy amps."
"We lived in the second-hand bookshops, musty with paraffin heaters, read the books for free"
From Deviant and the Author
"He pushed through the world as if all the molecules had no right to be still."
"Deviant was a writer that couldn’t read or write but there was a book inside him just waiting for a literacy course."
"If the world was made of words, it would talk nonsense!"
From Nicky had a Soft Touch..
"She was learning to be who she was, not some product stacked on a shelf waiting for some shopper to put her into his cart and check her out."
From Personal Analytics..!
"I am the Oculus of an Onion Dome
A Gothic arch,
a parapet with panelling in the pavilion
Art Deco, Romanesque,
Bauhaus, brutalist, deconstructed Byzantine vernacular."
From Holographic Monday
"Poets, landing on the veranda, pecking at loose metaphors in crevices and chewing on weather beaten rhymes."
"Bone idle politics slumped on a park bench."
"If time was caught on a speed trap camera, imagine the points on its eternal licence, and to whom would it pay its fine?"
From A Man With Seaports on his Head..
" His thoughts were trade routes, the neural networks of global shipping lines."
"Voltaire watched his own imagination behind a paywall on Netflix."
From “..As a Judge..(Hic)”
"I was born drunk, it’s a sobering thought."
"My tenure at school was a Rum deal, I got a B+ in the Whisky class and was in the school orchestra as a Barrel Organ."
"I was an Inebriate of the College of Eloquence and slurred my way through the exams and reached an Impasse in the Psychology of Intemperance."
"I was a Barrister of some swagger and litigated my way to wealth, I owned Vineyards in Bordeaux and was appointed Liqueur of Saint-Émilion."
From Walk in Friday
"In walk in Friday with the hours arranged like chairs and the semi-colon of the weekend ahead, I counted the cameras watching me."
"Plodding pedestrians pretending to be free in a free economy where everything costs too much."
"I am the cascading poet with cascading words cascading all over the page."
From Joe Toe-Rag
"The world was built out of dictators, money-lenders and racketeer politics but Joe just slid underneath their understanding and turned his poverty into a pentatonic harmonic."
"He built his wooden shack utopia on the edge of some dark dimension and slid up to the 12th fret whenever the rent was due."
"Joe was no dinosaur despite the scales all over his guitar. He bent the rules like he bent the strings and escaped along his endless bass-runs whenever the authorities called."
"Joe was nobody’s fool and his one and only very best friend."
From Guinness and the Philosophy of the Gods!!
"I came to the world for the philosophy — I like a good argument — but it wasn’t out of idealism and I still feel a little alienated."
"I light up a beer — take a long cool drag on it, inhale it, blow beer rings over the beer gardens for philosophical amusement."
From Snack Bar Morning
"We live in a forgotten novel in a second-hand world, with notes to ourselves in the margins of time. Time is a trumpet, blending and blurring the notes, we no longer know what the game is."
"Quinton street is full of rain, the drains are busy labelling raindrops, the letter boxes are hungry for letters, the cars are punished with parking tickets, the wheels are being clamped, coffee has replaced petrol and the pumps are full of price tags."
From Secrets You Will Never Know
"The town was wet and full of people working in miserable jobs with little pay as if it was their duty to please somebody in authority."
From Not a Cluedo
"My thoughts are Financial Instruments, I trade them like derivatives, watch them on the FTSE 100 Index. The more I think, the higher the capital Gains. It’s all a game of Monopoly, a Scrabble for words and clues."
"Professor Plum had a theory, he said all literature is made of anagrams and that’s how to arrive at the truth."
"We live in a world of blame, and I’m big enough to take it all and let the world go free."
"We are all born to contradictions, it’s how we navigate our way, some toss a double six, others get by with 3, it’s all to do with relativity, the space time continuum."
"Miss Scarlett just sent a text, I can’t believe what she just said, I’ll be around to see her later, if Professor Plum doesn’t get there first."
From I Fell Out With Poetry…
"My rhymes had been hacked and lost their sparkle and I was stressed by the second syllable."
"I’m not one to shout “give me a line break” but I’ve sat on my assonance too long."
"Some have seen me walking the doggerel, muzzled with no bite but I’ve been known to cock my leg and leave my scent on leaves of grass."
"I am a man of letters — most of them are French — it’s not that I’m bilingual, but poetry must have a stench."
From Tracy Woke Up..
"It was raining cigarettes and all the laws were written in lipstick."
"Her daughter, wore pinstripe predictive text and dated a stamp collector from Harrods."
From I Bought the Earth on eBay!
"We tried to buy the sun, but the price tag was too hot."
"I bought the Earth on eBay, no money-back-guarantee, Capitalism was fully installed."
From THE CONFESSIONS OF AN UNPUBLISHED POEM
"I am ink-resistant, page phobic, happy not to be just another poem in an anthology."
"I’m a wild dog poem in sniff alley at one with the rag and the bones."
From The Jam Pancake Rain
Lamplight lovers in lollipop shops.."
"Toblerone telephones in tumbleweed bags."
"In Kit Kat cafes or Dormouse Bodega bars."
"Embrace the Expressionism, wear one boot reversed."
From BOOKCASE STREET
"My personality was a mix of early drafts, cute revisionism."
"I was dramatic monologue in a world of broken dialogue."
From A Place Called Nothing
"Poetry is money, to be treated as cash, a promise to pay, valued but nothing special."
From Lemon Drizzle Avenue
"All the world’s a dust cloud
of philharmonic
lemon drizzle
love juice…"
From The Morning…
"The morning was hanging around outside when I awoke, full of birds on their iTunes apps, tweeting their latest creation. Deprived cars, begging for petrol, kept a low profile when their owners approached, languishing to robotic jobs in rush-hour queues, as if this was the planet of work and idleness!"
From Apple Juice Alley
"The mango and lemon lies of a lover."
From Moon, You Old Sixpence.
"Moon, you old sixpence of lamplight, rolling about in the roulette sky, hedging your bets, hanging out in old bars and cobble streets, drinking the Sun under the table."
From On the Edge of the Moors
"On the edge of the moors, northern sky skinny dipping in the sea, smuggling seagulls in fish-cake rock, on fossil beach with anthracite trees."
From I Don’t Want to Talk to Anyone
"I don’t want to tell you anything, it’s none of your damn business, so I won’t, so there."
"I’m with Shakespeare, I do soliloquies, talking to anyone else is plain stupid."
"I tell you right now, I’m not here to please, write your own damn stuff, writers aren’t waiters “What would you like with your wine Sir / Madam — hot sex, murder with a little mystery — would you like it 50 Shades Grey or with peppers?”
"This ‘market’ stuff — stuff the market, appal the editor, send them into liquidation — genre no longer matters! I don’t write for the market, I write to kiss imagined lovers in the dark."
"You want ‘plots’ — well look what happened to Guy Fawkes — and we still have a government centuries afterwards! Fake the plot — the world is a fiction!"
"Ok, I got a little carried away, I know, I’m a ‘Happy Gilmour’, whacking the words like golf balls and still missing the hole!"
"We were born to have orgasms — that’s all we came here for — the rest is just beautiful packing!"
From The Parallel Gallery of the Jazz Tate
"Hail the multi-instrumental universe, the abstract cosmos, the expanding jazz quartet, the Big Banging bluesy Bill Broonzy. This is the Parallel gallery of the Jazz Tate. Bow to the holy trio of Art Critic, Jazz Critic and the Holy Laddered Tights."
"It was jazz as usual, breakfast was improvised, we headed off in a Trumpet solo to Trombone town, played in the basement of an upright bass."
"The gypsy jazz of red-bra women."
From Opinions from Mars
"It’s a fact, look it up on fact-checker, if they say I’m lying, their algorithms have gone wrong."
From The People Who Live in the Pavement
"The people who live in the pavement won’t have it, they don’t like their asphalt."
"They know the talkers and the silent ones, the purposeful and the amblers, the skateboarding jay walkers, side walking cyclists, crime stoppers and obsessive shoppers."
"No one speaks to the people of the pavement, they are beneath our feet, there for our discarded cans and litter, our dogs pee on the faces, pigeons peck crumbs off their face, their world is a flat earth, they shower in the rain without shame, host shadows from streetlamps, hear the whisperings of the hurrying, the banter as they gallop and canter."
From Love Song
"When it’s hearts that speak not tongues
In a language queer to pens.
When you feel the tears swelling
And they’re not the tears of pain."
From Hey Up! What’s the Crack?
"Through Venetian specs with special effects,
You get sex by text — whatever next!"
"You get post-grad cash-back
For shagging in the love-shack"
"A 6-pack, fast-track, 0% APR, the money goes far,
A free toy car. So there you are!
In this fiscal boom, you are what you consume
A two-timed dildo under a lover’s moon."
"Your life is a bank,
Instant credit, instant decision."
From Mushroom Heads
"We are corner street coincidences, silk-gown synchronicities, constructs deconstructed, or biomorphic brocades with built-in brushwork."
"From the nimble nudes of nowhere street to the batik Bauhaus beat of Belle Époque."
"The cityscapes of greenhouse gas, the Cinématographe of the riot squad, the cladding foam of city planners, the crony Classicism of designer politics."
From Debt Ceiling
"Money is a lie, that we buy,
Wrapped up in pie,
Cooked in the books,
’til debts are skyscrapers high!"
"I’m packing up my sub-prime-loans,
Portfolios, lack of interest rates,
Credit agreements, promissory notes,
Commercial instruments."
"In this block-buster world,
Full of shadow and sound,
With conspiracies for plots ,
And guns for compassion,
And storylines written by,
Spin-doctors on super-yachts!
You’re loan funded world is in administration!"
From The Tale of Joey Quantum
"Joey Quantum came on like a waveform but posed as a particle when the press were present."
"He’d do his double slit trick but ended up in some parallel dimension after a comedy of errors brought him to his knees."
"Joey met this violinist in some bordello on the border."
"The world of men seemed obsessed with the acquisition of collected atoms, possessions, territories. They clashed like Titans, blasted apart atomic structures and rejoiced in war."
"The papers had it in for him, they defined him in a headline, they demonised him by association, they exposed his sex life, trashed his words of wisdom, cut up his letters to read as something else."
"The three of us were like chords on her violin, she’d run her bow across us and the air would vibrate with a calming knowledge."
"Love was a communion of waves and atoms operating on different wavelengths. Love wasn’t about possession but about letting go of concepts. Nothing was separate. I couldn’t quite grasp it all but I had opened myself to learning."
"They had Joey down as an alien, surrounded him in the mountains, aimed their guns towards him. Joey was non-violent, and I knew he could handle himself."
From A Sleepy Cliché
"Woke up, a sleepy cliché in a bed of proverbs."
"And paid the rain off in stolen cash."
"I was born without caller ID, you can’t track or trace the world’s biggest after thought."
"Some say I was born with end to end encryption, a mystery to those who don’t know me."
From Lilypad Station
"The mobile lives of brief-cased minds."
"The drifting mists of human episodes and drama, we’re three act plays in a cosmic drama fest."
"Meeting a lover in a soft bedded bower."
From Poetry Is Not What it Seems
"It doesn’t care for rhyme,
Prefers to remain stress-free
and its syllables are private!"
"It doesn’t have to stand in line,
Salute preconceived ideas,
March on the orders of General Opinion."
"Poetry is ‘Dark Matter ‘
Continuing to confound the scientific mind,
Measurable by intuition,
and insight thinking."
From They call me Merlot
"I walk the apricot streets, orange neon and the blue light of Belvedere — the lantern lights of Vodka."
"I’m the wild austerity of good manners, born in the alley of ‘give — no-fucks’, I’m uptown and downtown, in the bootleg bars of a fast-food night."
"I’m Ricotta, Romano, Parmesan and Parmigiano Reggiano, I’m hot Pepperoni, walking the coffee cup night."
"I’m the rolling cobbles, the trembling tram lines, the nervous news-maid at the paper stand, the horn of every impatient automobile, the screeching tyres, the insecure security guard longing for a good Samaritan."
"I walk with the homeless, the handcuffed buskers, the petrified paupers in this zero-hour town, the shuttered shut down shops, the joking job centres, the soaking, soggy social realisms, the upturned apple carts of the apple-pie tarts, the crumbling pastry of the social order, the current bun politics."
From Winter Apple Boulevard
"In the Winter Apple boulevards with scrumpy cider clouds, the Bilberry Bramley omnibuses are belching to a halt."
"The strawberry-watermelon evening strolls along within the rain."
"The Mango orange cars, the Kiwi banana stalls, the nightfall neon lights, of this kinetic water colourful night."
"All the hidden genders of this magical multicultural madrigal."
From RATSVILLE
"I ended up in Ratsville, an infestation of human beings."
"I was a nosy fucker, had an ear for a story and knew how to cash it in."
"I booked into B & B, the place looked like Hiroshima, the radiators were radioactive, I collected rainwater for the coffee."
"Ratsville is a hole, they fight over a crumb of cheese but the whole system is a trap."
"People came here for the threesomes, said they’d had enough of Ratatouille!"
From The Man Who Had Run Out of Things To Say.
"They have the world taped and tagged with full facial recognition."
"Ask Siri or Alexa why the man who had nothing to say said nothing. They will tell you the same — nothing beats good coffee in the morning."
From Crypto Currency Nightmare
"Where the bone-dry pubs rattle empty glasses."
"Where the fracking caves of secret sins hide the lies of the universe in clay jars."
"Pyjama wearing citizens, dozing through the day with iPad Euphoniums monitoring every snore."
"On the corner, Little Jack Horner and the protesters from hell."
From The City by Night
"The smooching smog on Lover’s Lodge."
"Beer spill alley where crooks go straight."
"The towering blocks with eye-lashed windows."
"The mellow thieves with make-believe wallets."
"The wanton ladies with pebble-dashed dreams."
"The cocktail pubs too shy to open."
"The bent accountant that couldn’t count."
From I want my Poems on the World Wide Web
Blog-spotters, and geeky
Google globetrotters."
"Read by real spies,
That collate and analyse."
From The Stocking Exchange
"Climb it and fly it, flip it and fry it."
"Tight-knit, fish boat, fish net fantasies."
"This footsie, tootsie, don’t hedge your bets."
From Off the Rails
"They had words they had to call me, forms I could never fill in truthfully, punishments they had to administer, that always came, they said, from above."
"It’s hard to know when I went off the rails — I never could stick to the training!"
From The Ministry of Easy Lies
"I was sitting in the Ministry of Easy Lies, playing noughts and crosses with the Wife of Bath when Aristophanes came in with Lysistrata."
"His friend, the Queen of Spades was at the roulette table with a secret rouse to wipe out all the value in the tax havens."
"The story really begins with Jack Daniels and Ma Rainey, the mother of the blues, playing Strip Jack Naked in New Orleans back in 1923."
From Anaïs
"There’s snow on the mountains of the wild Pyrenees, there’s a war in the east that nobody can win, the soldiers are puppets of casino politics and the gas meter’s empty and the candles are lit."
"Now she bathes in her realism and soaks in surrealism and dresses in assonance with essence of synecdoche."
"She’s metaphor and cliché, colloquial and fashionable."
From THE MAN THEY COULDN’T SACK
"They had sacked him so many times they had runout of sacks — he just recycled them and sold them on."
From RISTRETTO
"I met her for Ristretto, she was freshly ground, a barista, expresso, half milk, half water, with oat milk eyes."
“How come you don’t use clichés” she said, I shrugged, “I find them difficult, they always come out wrong”.
“The world is like coffee, it comes in different styles, you can mix up the ingredients and call it different names but it’s always just coffee underneath”
"She was like a skimmed milk Caramelatte, with a shot of syrup and whipped cream."
From The Apple-Dumpling Streets
"In the apple-dumpling streets in the Brussel-sprout winter, neon flashing umbrellas reflect thunderstruck window-shoppers."
"With the green melon taxis that pick up and go, near the horseradish banks with potato mash cash."
"The rain is a ballet-burlesque for wet rushing wanderers."
"It’s a Twitter democracy, a Facebook video, brazen on Instagram, barred out of Tumblr and sitting pretty on Medium."
"It’s an impeachment of rain, a conspiracy of drenched-ness, deregulated decency, in the shower curtain subway."
"You sip cappuccino with your French yellow parrot and wait for the weather to pass."
From Investment Poet
"I’m an investment poet, cynical and stoic."
From HOW TO WRITE A NOVEL IN THREE MINUTES!
"To think a novel and never write it is the mark of a craftsman and I’m a remarkable craftsman."
"I work best when nothing hangs on it and why would I want to impress anyone, I’m enough in myself!"
From Jazz Town
"Maple Leaf or make believe, could reality be this absurd!"
"Lovers bathe in Malay Specials, pineapples, bananas, and the grapes of wrath."
"Absurdist politicians walk the catwalk with Pablo Picasso painted policies."
"The harmony of the intuitive revolution, the freedom of the hard pressed."
"The world was born out of jesters, all meaning is transient."
"This is jazz, cool jazz, rocking the rafters; break free of the clichés."
"This is the creative revolution where words and melody override their instruments."
"Break free of the TV, watch the news in a language you can’t speak, ditch the fashion brands, be an individual."
From THE GOLDEN STREET WIZARD
"You laugh at the deconstructed starlight, the textural cacophony coated in coffee with water-winged wellingtons in the Aspidistra leathery foliage of late-afternoon lethargy."
"All the world’s an umbrella and the truth is a patter of raindrops."
"There are medieval streets in your maiden voyage beard."
"You hold your sax like a golden street-wizard."
"Dictators are haunted by you, they envy your lack of compliance."
From FISH PIE ALLEY
"In Fish Pie Alley where sullen shoppers swim, time has no power to reign."
"Cashless shops with no joy of tills, slumped in restless arcades."
"I walk defrosted in the neon glare through the ghosts of the belly dancing hoards."
"We are chemical constructs that spark and light and then are heard no more."
From Life on Streetview
"We slept in damp alleys crying with sterility and dreamed with the archimage of how we could change everything that was wrong for this plane."
"The music was unbelievable and cut to the chase and the poetry broke all of its rules."
From The Hippocratic Oath
"I was the hippest hypocrite my hippy friends had ever seen."
"I had a double Martini followed by a double entendre. I was a double of myself in reverse."
From Meandering Down the Stream of Consciousness.
"Buttressed leaves in kick crumble rouge."
"Blow-bubble clouds with tingle-drop raindrops"
"While taxies cut corners to pick up cut-out commuters from their brief-cased compartments and deliver them quickly to lap-top lovers with micro-soft thighs, and dropdown menus."
"The call of the duvet and feather-down pillows in the lover time night."
From Summer Nights — Bourbon Barbecue
"Talking football, talking shop, in a flap and talking crap."
"Jilted lovers under covers, would be lovers undiscovered."
"The thin and fatio under parasol and on the patio."
"Summer nights and some are pregnant."
From Power Chord Primate
"Nothing makes sense in a wild town, you have to invent all your own meanings."
"I wasn’t born to be understood, I peeled the fruit of life on the run."
"It’s possible to live anywhere if you are adaptable"
"I live in a golden vase with a flower-head hat and look upon the world proudly, as a nude."
"I watch the lovers on the bridge, the cold-hearted bureaucrats arriving in their pen-pusher cars, their sex-lives full of clauses and demands for compliance and then there are the gentle students across the road, torn between homework and debauchery — their education is forged somewhere between the two!"
"I will suggest we have a threesome to celebrate all triangles."
"I will marry all lovers together and we’ll all sleep together in a giant flower bed."
From Small Town Pub
"A man could sleep in a beer glass or curl up in a crisp packet or slip on a time spill from the kegs in the cellar."
"It didn’t matter, the gods were dyslexic, and their texts were ambiguous."
"This was the beer academy for liquid intelligence and slurred analytics, you pickled your opinions and forged your certificates."
From A Résumé For Lydia
"She didn’t like the man who hid in her loft on a Sunday, his eyes were unholy and he only spoke in sine-waves."
"She kept an annotated scrapbook of unholy lies with Zen illustrations etched in edible inks and lay in her underwear ripping up to do lists and longing for intimacy with no strings attached."
"Her lovers were meat heads with mountains of man buns with minions that carried their craven head thoughts to chambers of commerce for an afternoon lark."
"Lydia was lovable with an insect collection and skirts of pure space."
"The world was an artwork by artists that can’t paint and expressed by a poet who was allergic to words."
"I met Lydia in an autograph shop, she messaged on Tic Tok, and asked me to write her a short résumé. I wrote it on-line, she said she’d pay me in kind and I guess this is all I could say!"
From Poetic Vérité
"Out again in the poetic rental rain."
From Polished Script
From El Zorro
" It was strange how the rain fell out of the clouds with pink parachutes."
From Clarissa Tested Positive" Clarissa looked at her sex toy, it was the wrong colour and looked cheaper than it did on Amazon, she re-packaged it and put it up for sale on eBay — unused of course!"
" Strange times, the fascists sounded like socialists and the socialists sounded like fascists, their rhetoric had come straight out of a blender."
From Nothing
" The Donkey Jacket bulldozer clouds bully their way across the sky."
" Does love even matter — gin comes two dollars cheaper, but don’t quote me on that."
" I took these two cent words, this long and ruffled sentence, these missing notes from a onetime melody, and gambled them on this post."
From TIME LAPSE WORLD" We are premature orgasms, never fully satisfied, chasing unreachable goals, driven by culture, by DNA, peer pressure and notions of destiny."
" The world is a rich man’s play toy, it’s time we took the batteries out. They’ve had far too many free lunches, it’s time to lock them in the shed."
" The white hoary wind that twists and turns your hair."
" The dog-eared towns, waiting to get out of themselves and walk with the abseiling hills, jingling their cash tills and taking off their corporation taxes in the hot sun. resting their ring roads on a tiny hillock, overlooking the plastic cup sea."
" I wind up in the snug where the real ale purrs, beside the fire where the gossip-sippers spit and snarl, where the fire cracks, and the story tellers spin their yarns."
" The world is a film, barred in 6 countries, with weak shallow characters, that’s nothing like the book and the plot is a travesty, slated by award winning critics with mentions in the credits."
From Market Forces
" When T.S. Eliot got out of his car and spoke to the press, the news went silent for a second, “As a man familiar with Wastelands, how do you think society is going?”
" There was a revolution on Lincoln Street, the police were out in force, but all they found were empty words and a few posters on the floor."
" I was news phobic — it’s all bollocks anyway."
"The weatherman came round on Tuesday, he was a bit stormy in the east, but the sun was shining out of his ass."
"I went fishing off the dock, the wind blew the town out to sea. They all came back looking like shipwrecks, I poured a little whisky on their sails."
"I run my stories through a Velcro machine and somehow all the random lines hook up."
" Don’t call me baby, I was old for my age, a quirk of nature, I played with rattle snakes while lounging in the cradle."
"I’m just ordinary, just like you, nothing to shout home about, but I took a left turn on the road to nowhere."
"I married at 24 and divorced at 23, I did a double flip backwards and landed on my feet. The world owes me nothing, I took it all already, smart meters have got nothing on me."
"I’m just ordinary, just like you, nothing to shout home about, but I took a left turn on the road to nowhere."
"I married at 24 and divorced at 23, I did a double flip backwards and landed on my feet. The world owes me nothing, I took it all already, smart meters have got nothing on me."
"We wrote our poems like lead-guitar solos, bending our metaphors through cheap and earthy amps."
"We lived in the second-hand bookshops, musty with paraffin heaters, read the books for free"
From Deviant and the Author
"Deviant was a writer that couldn’t read or write but there was a book inside him just waiting for a literacy course."
"If the world was made of words, it would talk nonsense!"
A Gothic arch,
a parapet with panelling in the pavilion
Art Deco, Romanesque,
Bauhaus, brutalist, deconstructed Byzantine vernacular."
"Bone idle politics slumped on a park bench."
From Second Hand Story
"Voltaire watched his own imagination behind a paywall on Netflix."
"My tenure at school was a Rum deal, I got a B+ in the Whisky class and was in the school orchestra as a Barrel Organ."
"I was an Inebriate of the College of Eloquence and slurred my way through the exams and reached an Impasse in the Psychology of Intemperance."
"I was a Barrister of some swagger and litigated my way to wealth, I owned Vineyards in Bordeaux and was appointed Liqueur of Saint-Émilion."
"Plodding pedestrians pretending to be free in a free economy where everything costs too much."
"I am the cascading poet with cascading words cascading all over the page."
"He built his wooden shack utopia on the edge of some dark dimension and slid up to the 12th fret whenever the rent was due."
"Joe was no dinosaur despite the scales all over his guitar. He bent the rules like he bent the strings and escaped along his endless bass-runs whenever the authorities called."
"Joe was nobody’s fool and his one and only very best friend."
"I light up a beer — take a long cool drag on it, inhale it, blow beer rings over the beer gardens for philosophical amusement."
"Quinton street is full of rain, the drains are busy labelling raindrops, the letter boxes are hungry for letters, the cars are punished with parking tickets, the wheels are being clamped, coffee has replaced petrol and the pumps are full of price tags."
From Secrets You Will Never Know
"Professor Plum had a theory, he said all literature is made of anagrams and that’s how to arrive at the truth."
"We live in a world of blame, and I’m big enough to take it all and let the world go free."
"We are all born to contradictions, it’s how we navigate our way, some toss a double six, others get by with 3, it’s all to do with relativity, the space time continuum."
"Miss Scarlett just sent a text, I can’t believe what she just said, I’ll be around to see her later, if Professor Plum doesn’t get there first."
"I’m not one to shout “give me a line break” but I’ve sat on my assonance too long."
"Some have seen me walking the doggerel, muzzled with no bite but I’ve been known to cock my leg and leave my scent on leaves of grass."
"I am a man of letters — most of them are French — it’s not that I’m bilingual, but poetry must have a stench."
"Her daughter, wore pinstripe predictive text and dated a stamp collector from Harrods."
From I Bought the Earth on eBay!
"I bought the Earth on eBay, no money-back-guarantee, Capitalism was fully installed."
"I’m a wild dog poem in sniff alley at one with the rag and the bones."
From The Jam Pancake Rain
"Toblerone telephones in tumbleweed bags."
"In Kit Kat cafes or Dormouse Bodega bars."
"Embrace the Expressionism, wear one boot reversed."
"I was dramatic monologue in a world of broken dialogue."
From Lemon Drizzle Avenue
of philharmonic
lemon drizzle
love juice…"
From I Don’t Want to Talk to Anyone
"I’m with Shakespeare, I do soliloquies, talking to anyone else is plain stupid."
"I tell you right now, I’m not here to please, write your own damn stuff, writers aren’t waiters “What would you like with your wine Sir / Madam — hot sex, murder with a little mystery — would you like it 50 Shades Grey or with peppers?”
"This ‘market’ stuff — stuff the market, appal the editor, send them into liquidation — genre no longer matters! I don’t write for the market, I write to kiss imagined lovers in the dark."
"You want ‘plots’ — well look what happened to Guy Fawkes — and we still have a government centuries afterwards! Fake the plot — the world is a fiction!"
"Ok, I got a little carried away, I know, I’m a ‘Happy Gilmour’, whacking the words like golf balls and still missing the hole!"
"We were born to have orgasms — that’s all we came here for — the rest is just beautiful packing!"
From The Parallel Gallery of the Jazz Tate
"It was jazz as usual, breakfast was improvised, we headed off in a Trumpet solo to Trombone town, played in the basement of an upright bass."
"The gypsy jazz of red-bra women."
"They know the talkers and the silent ones, the purposeful and the amblers, the skateboarding jay walkers, side walking cyclists, crime stoppers and obsessive shoppers."
"No one speaks to the people of the pavement, they are beneath our feet, there for our discarded cans and litter, our dogs pee on the faces, pigeons peck crumbs off their face, their world is a flat earth, they shower in the rain without shame, host shadows from streetlamps, hear the whisperings of the hurrying, the banter as they gallop and canter."
In a language queer to pens.
When you feel the tears swelling
And they’re not the tears of pain."
You get sex by text — whatever next!"
"You get post-grad cash-back
For shagging in the love-shack"
"A 6-pack, fast-track, 0% APR, the money goes far,
A free toy car. So there you are!
In this fiscal boom, you are what you consume
A two-timed dildo under a lover’s moon."
"Your life is a bank,
Instant credit, instant decision."
"From the nimble nudes of nowhere street to the batik Bauhaus beat of Belle Époque."
"The cityscapes of greenhouse gas, the Cinématographe of the riot squad, the cladding foam of city planners, the crony Classicism of designer politics."
Wrapped up in pie,
Cooked in the books,
’til debts are skyscrapers high!"
"I’m packing up my sub-prime-loans,
Portfolios, lack of interest rates,
Credit agreements, promissory notes,
Commercial instruments."
"In this block-buster world,
Full of shadow and sound,
With conspiracies for plots ,
And guns for compassion,
And storylines written by,
Spin-doctors on super-yachts!
You’re loan funded world is in administration!"
From The Tale of Joey Quantum
"He’d do his double slit trick but ended up in some parallel dimension after a comedy of errors brought him to his knees."
"Joey met this violinist in some bordello on the border."
"The world of men seemed obsessed with the acquisition of collected atoms, possessions, territories. They clashed like Titans, blasted apart atomic structures and rejoiced in war."
"The papers had it in for him, they defined him in a headline, they demonised him by association, they exposed his sex life, trashed his words of wisdom, cut up his letters to read as something else."
"The three of us were like chords on her violin, she’d run her bow across us and the air would vibrate with a calming knowledge."
"Love was a communion of waves and atoms operating on different wavelengths. Love wasn’t about possession but about letting go of concepts. Nothing was separate. I couldn’t quite grasp it all but I had opened myself to learning."
"They had Joey down as an alien, surrounded him in the mountains, aimed their guns towards him. Joey was non-violent, and I knew he could handle himself."
"And paid the rain off in stolen cash."
"I was born without caller ID, you can’t track or trace the world’s biggest after thought."
"Some say I was born with end to end encryption, a mystery to those who don’t know me."
From Lilypad Station
"The drifting mists of human episodes and drama, we’re three act plays in a cosmic drama fest."
"Meeting a lover in a soft bedded bower."
Prefers to remain stress-free
and its syllables are private!"
"It doesn’t have to stand in line,
Salute preconceived ideas,
March on the orders of General Opinion."
"Poetry is ‘Dark Matter ‘
Continuing to confound the scientific mind,
Measurable by intuition,
and insight thinking."
From They call me Merlot
"I’m the wild austerity of good manners, born in the alley of ‘give — no-fucks’, I’m uptown and downtown, in the bootleg bars of a fast-food night."
"I’m Ricotta, Romano, Parmesan and Parmigiano Reggiano, I’m hot Pepperoni, walking the coffee cup night."
"I’m the rolling cobbles, the trembling tram lines, the nervous news-maid at the paper stand, the horn of every impatient automobile, the screeching tyres, the insecure security guard longing for a good Samaritan."
"I walk with the homeless, the handcuffed buskers, the petrified paupers in this zero-hour town, the shuttered shut down shops, the joking job centres, the soaking, soggy social realisms, the upturned apple carts of the apple-pie tarts, the crumbling pastry of the social order, the current bun politics."
"The strawberry-watermelon evening strolls along within the rain."
"The Mango orange cars, the Kiwi banana stalls, the nightfall neon lights, of this kinetic water colourful night."
"All the hidden genders of this magical multicultural madrigal."
"I was a nosy fucker, had an ear for a story and knew how to cash it in."
"I booked into B & B, the place looked like Hiroshima, the radiators were radioactive, I collected rainwater for the coffee."
"Ratsville is a hole, they fight over a crumb of cheese but the whole system is a trap."
"People came here for the threesomes, said they’d had enough of Ratatouille!"
"Ask Siri or Alexa why the man who had nothing to say said nothing. They will tell you the same — nothing beats good coffee in the morning."
From Crypto Currency Nightmare
"Where the fracking caves of secret sins hide the lies of the universe in clay jars."
"Pyjama wearing citizens, dozing through the day with iPad Euphoniums monitoring every snore."
"On the corner, Little Jack Horner and the protesters from hell."
"Beer spill alley where crooks go straight."
"The towering blocks with eye-lashed windows."
"The mellow thieves with make-believe wallets."
"The wanton ladies with pebble-dashed dreams."
"The cocktail pubs too shy to open."
"The bent accountant that couldn’t count."
"There for the Twitterati’s
Trolling literati,Blog-spotters, and geeky
Google globetrotters."
"Read by real spies,
That collate and analyse."
From The Stocking Exchange
"Tight-knit, fish boat, fish net fantasies."
"This footsie, tootsie, don’t hedge your bets."
"They had words they had to call me, forms I could never fill in truthfully, punishments they had to administer, that always came, they said, from above."
"It’s hard to know when I went off the rails — I never could stick to the training!"
"His friend, the Queen of Spades was at the roulette table with a secret rouse to wipe out all the value in the tax havens."
"The story really begins with Jack Daniels and Ma Rainey, the mother of the blues, playing Strip Jack Naked in New Orleans back in 1923."
"Now she bathes in her realism and soaks in surrealism and dresses in assonance with essence of synecdoche."
"She’s metaphor and cliché, colloquial and fashionable."
From RISTRETTO
“How come you don’t use clichés” she said, I shrugged, “I find them difficult, they always come out wrong”.
“The world is like coffee, it comes in different styles, you can mix up the ingredients and call it different names but it’s always just coffee underneath”
"She was like a skimmed milk Caramelatte, with a shot of syrup and whipped cream."
"With the green melon taxis that pick up and go, near the horseradish banks with potato mash cash."
"The rain is a ballet-burlesque for wet rushing wanderers."
"It’s a Twitter democracy, a Facebook video, brazen on Instagram, barred out of Tumblr and sitting pretty on Medium."
"It’s an impeachment of rain, a conspiracy of drenched-ness, deregulated decency, in the shower curtain subway."
"You sip cappuccino with your French yellow parrot and wait for the weather to pass."
"I’m an investment poet, cynical and stoic."
"I work best when nothing hangs on it and why would I want to impress anyone, I’m enough in myself!"
"Lovers bathe in Malay Specials, pineapples, bananas, and the grapes of wrath."
"Absurdist politicians walk the catwalk with Pablo Picasso painted policies."
"The harmony of the intuitive revolution, the freedom of the hard pressed."
"The world was born out of jesters, all meaning is transient."
"This is jazz, cool jazz, rocking the rafters; break free of the clichés."
"This is the creative revolution where words and melody override their instruments."
"Break free of the TV, watch the news in a language you can’t speak, ditch the fashion brands, be an individual."
"All the world’s an umbrella and the truth is a patter of raindrops."
"There are medieval streets in your maiden voyage beard."
"You hold your sax like a golden street-wizard."
"Dictators are haunted by you, they envy your lack of compliance."
"Cashless shops with no joy of tills, slumped in restless arcades."
"I walk defrosted in the neon glare through the ghosts of the belly dancing hoards."
"We are chemical constructs that spark and light and then are heard no more."
"The music was unbelievable and cut to the chase and the poetry broke all of its rules."
"I had a double Martini followed by a double entendre. I was a double of myself in reverse."
"Blow-bubble clouds with tingle-drop raindrops"
"While taxies cut corners to pick up cut-out commuters from their brief-cased compartments and deliver them quickly to lap-top lovers with micro-soft thighs, and dropdown menus."
"The call of the duvet and feather-down pillows in the lover time night."
"Jilted lovers under covers, would be lovers undiscovered."
"The thin and fatio under parasol and on the patio."
"Summer nights and some are pregnant."
"I wasn’t born to be understood, I peeled the fruit of life on the run."
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