Monthly Archives: March 2015

Karl Marx, Disco Dancer – Illiterate Lilly, the matchgirl in high heels, a perfected disco dancer …

Illiterate Lilly, the matchgirl in high heels, a perfected disco dancer with a new light in her life, Karl Marx. Karl, crumbs climbing his beard, stains on his shirt, a manifesto brewing and a wife in Grafton Terrace, but illiterate … Continue reading

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A Woman as War Artist – Perfecting a new art when sirens calling, she holding hands with dirty army men,..

Perfecting a new art when sirens calling, she holding hands with dirty army men, she jumping into protection with helmet and mask on, but she never painted this scene for posterity. Taking cover from the ‘subject’ is a Woman as … Continue reading

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That Man Jesus – Then, one of the Twelve to be, I watched his ‘tricks’, I watched our new ‘magician’…

Then, one of the Twelve to be, I watched his ‘tricks’, I watched our new ‘magician’, thought he was skating on thin ice that day, he was walking on water, in the end, he was skating on thin ice. A … Continue reading

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California Dreaming – Spaniards with sand between their toes and a nomenclature project in mind ..

Spaniards with sand between their toes and a nomenclature project in mind, so to the San’s of that Time, to the Missions from their big Mission, from Diego South to Francisco North, and the Angels grew bigger when the Saints … Continue reading

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Politics – Politics is not a close thing for the masses, …

Politics is not a close thing for the masses, if you looked and cared, a system fit for nothing, one to weep about. Inside its skin, ‘the people’s people’ rowed tightly and rowed weekly for cameras, but when you’re on … Continue reading

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The Irish Papists – The Irish Papists swimming out to food, dropping into water to wade out …

The Irish Papists swimming out to food, dropping into water to wade out to a way out, to realise full bellies in other parts. A hunger for those caught in purity, not pulling up their deep anchors from a deeper … Continue reading

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Jew – A twelve-triber, gene pool ‘misfit’, once a ‘chosen’ man without an …

A twelve-triber, gene pool ‘misfit’, once a ‘chosen’ man without an ‘own home’, but now, sleeping still, resting old bones in a small starred space on a big planet, this grand-aged man lies under a middle-eastern Abrahamic ivy roof, but … Continue reading

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Madness is the winner in Big Land USA

Madness is the winner in Big Land USA, foot stepping the same side-walks in timed hours, to that gate leader and into a smash of sharp tongues in your face. This helpless and doomed ‘You’ and brain romance, caught in … Continue reading

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Unborn

I’ll slide back up the hole, back inside and sit in your belly, warm in a womb-woman, cord myself up to the woman not ‘mum’ yet I’m going to be your little killer, prepare a lead box for a womb … Continue reading

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Big Red Indian Joe – horse-rider, tomahawk thrower, a bow and arrow man sitting upside down …

Big Red Indian Joe, horse-rider, tomahawk thrower, a bow and arrow man sitting upside down on the reservation, again, fire water breath dropped him on his head, again Didn’t join the seventh cavalry; too many slaughtered red scalps hang from … Continue reading

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