Relief after the storm
when rain washes the sky clear
grit and grain
drained away.
Awake to a sense of purity:
tensions resolved, static removed,
humidity vanished.
Walk outside
Bewildered at the streaks,
paint trailing at the bottom of a dome
See as you have never seen,
Darkly, though no longer through a glass.
Who knew the stars
were eyes?
Clustered, staring, unblinking
greedy.
Who knew the sky is a face?
The earth is a mouth,
full of teeth.
(with a nod to Laird Barron)
The ancient astronauts did not return
they are lost in space
where any one bit
is as good as any other
They will be found
but Dr Smith will fuck them up
Ancient Astronauts,
You taste like Mayans
You forbade the Israelites
eating crispy bacon
You left puzzles lying round
for us to find
Don’t you think that that
was rather unkind?
Your mysteries got us thinking
which interfered with
our time for drinking.
You built the Sphinx
You built Ancient Rome
Then you left us alone
when you returned home.
Ancient Astronaut Dad
do you love me the most?
I’ve made your favourite meal
Canned spaghetti on toast*.
*****
*Coming soon. With pictures.#
#Don’t build it up too much idiot, its not that good.%
%Neither is this poem.^
^Poem? You call this a poem. This is rubbish. But its Saturday and I had to post something.”
“Well what are you going to post on your poetry blog then>
> …………….. the same thing?
The portal to all things Joe Chippish is here, just a click away.
Masses, this is what you have been waiting for!
Here it is, the latest music video by Bucket Man. Move over Psy, here is the dancing communist super man …
Joe Chip sings: “I can dream about fish…”
What more could you ask for? (art? good taste? high production values? phht)
all I like,
I can dream about FISH
all I like,
The bastard’s can’t stop me now
I’m dreamin’ ’bout fish right now,
I can dream about FISH
all I like.
Thank you Bucket man.
HERE IS MY SILENT SCREAM
…………
COULD YOU HEAR IT?
WHAT FOR THEY TREAT MY COMMENTS LIKE SPAM?? HOW CAN I WREAK VENGEANCE UPON THEM or at least correct the situation?
I am not a spambot, i am a pretend human being! What should i do????
OH WORDPRESS, I seek your help. When I comment elsewhere, I find that I am treated as spam, sometimes on sites where I have commented dozens of times. What for you do this to me? When I seek support, you give me the finger:
This topic has been closed to new replies.
I think hard about my replies, i give many millions of humans valuable insights into their lives with my words of wisdom (most of which rhyme with ‘poo’), yet you treat me as garbage. I THOUGHT WE WERE IN A RELATIONSHIP but you won’t even listen to me!
Do you think I will finally be ‘freshly pressed’ with this entry?
Cancer too is a prize
You don’t have to queue at the newsagent’s
to buy a ticket
They slip it in with the teddy bear,
the beatrix potter china setting,
the first photograph album,
unnoticed.
The final draw may be foreshadowed
in the missed stitch in the booties
grandma made
put aside, only used at your Baptism.
(“It was her last pair. Do you think she knew?”)
Unlike the contents of your bowels
or your most recent projectile vomit,
it is not discussed in polite company.
It may stick its head around the corner at 3.30am,
pop into Dad’s thoughts as he tries to settle you
and sees his own mortality as he pictures his own father
rocking him 30 years ago,
and his grandfather walking the floor twenty years before that.
A link in the chain between first and last
Somewhere between the savannah and the heat death of the universe.
You can buy more tickets later on,
or be the lucky recipient of a random allocation.
Just like a five million dollar lottery.
You say you’ll keep working,
but you’ll find that you can’t.
Your colleagues no longer look at you,
well, not the same way.
Early retirement either way.
And lots of time to think.
***
In our illnesses, may we know that we are not alone, for everyone treads a version of this path.
May we know that we are loved along the way.
Reverend Moon
you have died.
Have you opened your eyes?
Did you get a surprise?
Boo!
Something
Something Something
Something
somethingsomethingsomethingsomething
Something Something Something
Something
(please not nothing)
Something Something
somethingsomethingsomethingsomething
(please)
Something Something
Something.
Something Something Something
Please.
OK?
There’s all ladies now
whose legs are made of rubber
Now I’m respectful of women
(even I had a mother)
But I need to know
are they rubber all through
or like Astroboy
are their legs a hollow tube?
I can’t wear those pants
they’d look silly on me,
so I’m the only one not walking round
pneumatically.
Rubber legged ladies
bouncing round glorious
Soon they’ll be running
like Oscar Pistorius.
***
I don’t think those pants are really rubber, but I’m not going to touch them to find out, thats how trouble starts. Joe Chip, always with the big issues.
Hey ugly fat old man
what do you think you are doing
just standing there staring at me like that
with your face covered in shaving cream?
What happened to that young guy
you people used to have
on the other side of the mirror?
Did he get bored hanging around?
Went looking for somewhere more interesting
to hang out?
You may as well stick around,
I suppose.
I hate to think who they might send
to replace you,
if you were to go.
You’ve got his nose, you know.
You two related?
How come you got so many ugly people
over there?
***
Pathetique. Its less pathetic, when its in French.
If I was ten years younger
I might make a fool of myself
so I am glad that I am not.
I smile
and suck it in.
Why would I think
things would be any different
to how they were
ten years ago?
If I was ten years younger.
Except, like, for facebook and stuff.
***
I found a shoe
by the side of the road
There was no foot in it.
Not this time.
***
Tell me.
What I want to know,
is where
do the dead women go?
Poetry and Paranoia 