Diary and Door Handles and General and Poetry and The Small Prince and Travel and Youtube and innocence cute, Music, Psychedelic, silly, surrealism 5:30 pm
get a book,
there’s nothing cleaner, freer or cheaper
than a perfect-bound book,
and you with your little ipod,
flicking through the pages,
as a squirrel wearing a tie
might read hungarian poetry,
as i think he might.
there’s goulash in your future,
by which i mean
many delights,
and what a shame i’m not hungarian,
what a shame you’re not on this flight.
Music: Ülök egy rózsaszínû kádban by Metro
Door Handles and Dreams and General and Poetry and The Small Prince and Writing time spent unwisely, with a bread sandwich 10:01 pm
the locks are old and weak;
and suspended in mid-air beside them
their keys,
and the keys to many other locks on
a large gold ring.
the jailer is eating a sandwich. O!
What shall we do with the jailer
and his sandwich?
It is an exceedingly large meal for one person.
This could take a while -
let this poem eat your time.
Power Rangers lunchbox,
bright red plastic
holds no sandwich now.
The red box for breadcrumbs
was once
a jail-cell,
much like this one.
Art and Dreams and General and Poetry and The Small Prince and Writing hope and quietude, silent river, the day which almost ended, tiny fountain 9:21 pm
Selected Contents -
3 – some wine.
4 – our cast
5 – dmitri
6 – a message from Death.
7 – an apple for alistair (an original and pointless story)
9 – the small prince.
13 – pin-up supplement
Look to the blue skies and pipe-work on certain pages of your comic book (see above). This is my hope for the future.
Peace and antique cutlery,
Peter and someone else.
General and Love and Poetry and The Small Prince and Writing and innocence :), when it's lower-case you know i'm too spontaneous 7:12 pm
ah, i wish my saplings good luck -
my little tree of letters
next to my piss-pot
when it rains,
so it is fifty percent myself,
and the rest is
weather-water -
when an insect licks the back
of The Queen’s head,
on a stamp.
Tell my true love,
“I love you”;
a reader,
who unfolds the leaves
with less than
half a thumb.
Dreams and General and Overheard Conversations and Poetry and Questionable and The Small Prince ridiculous excursions, surrealism, time spent unwisely, with a bread sandwich, writer's block follies 9:26 pm
all of which…the spirit suggests
FOUND POEMS AFTER READING THIS
I.
The Orchard is still white,
the President is seven.
It was absurd for a man
of his standing,
sitting down,
to be the subject of
such spite
behind green shutters.
Even George Douglas Brown
would gossip with Countesses,
before mixing a great cocktail
of his jealousy,
for the Provost.
II.
Anchored one end of
the great slaughter,
the Dinwiddie Colored Quartet
asked what precisely
a Dinwiddie was,
for they had never seen one.
III.
A doughy man from Saxony
avoids the sun
like Edison.
A grim mystic from Danzig,
sleeps the Empire
through his head.
He has an elaborate toothache,
and spits three times,
on his left.
They talk through an interpreter;
he says
his grandfather never existed.
IV.
Okay,
that’s quite enough of this nonsense.
But do read the article.
General and Poetry and The Small Prince and innocence deer, monkeys, silly, verse 10:02 pm
the first part
of the national anthem
is:
“What a State we’re in!”
“O! Dear Land!
O! Dear!”
When the small prince
percieved
at his feet,
a sinking feeling,
because after all
he was in the kitchen…
the butt of all jokes,
he dare not enter the taverns,
he was,
at least,
everything but
only a prince.
II.
at which point,
a deer passed through his poem
with a look of disinterest
and an Adult Zebra Finch.
(oh, deer.)
Door Handles and Dreams and Love and The Small Prince and innocence 5:05 pm
The rumours that the small prince’s castle was spirited away by a blue-nosed gypsy in pink were exaggerated.
In fact, he wore that same pink cloak,
and chose certain paints that would discolour his nose,
and folded his castle,
as if it were cloth,
into egg shapes,
before running away with the gypsy…
Dreams and Poetry and The Small Prince and innocence 5:50 pm
the small prince was instructed
to eat part of an apple,
and leave the remainder
in his pocket
for after.
“After who?”
After witches invaded the beaches,
squashing the snails,
who were guarding the coastlines,
after the hostile arrest of an
Andalusian poet,
after the small prince laughed
because his pennies were worthless
and the prince sat on a shell;
“which Hell is worthwhile?”
The prince sighed,
“Tobacco”.
and produced a liquorice pipe.
Door Handles and Dreams and General and Poetry and The Small Prince 4:07 pm
the small prince sat
in the same glass you keep your toothbrush.
Don’t fill it up with water,
find another thing to drink.
The small prince thought
“…but i’m too small to be a monarch
when shall I grow up?”
The small prince asked his mother.
The small prince is so small
that to look at him makes you nauseous,
he cannot be seen by most naked eyes;
wear as many clothes as you can.
The small prince reads a small-print edition
of Dmitri’s theories of pyrology
He was plagiarised from a European
copy of a grandmother’s
puppet that blew in from the window.
The window was small,
and the room’s wooden mirror,
could never show his face,
and was warped by the glass.
Art and Diary and Door Handles and Dreams and General and Poetry and The Small Prince 4:55 pm
An elephant painted a picture.
lots of important people said that the picture was good, and talked about it for a long time amongst themselves.
it was then revealed that it was an elephant who painted the picture, and the man said this was proof that the painting was bad, and all the people who liked it were silly for saying so.
the elephant was sad, and sat weeping in his house
for days and days and days
The END
For days and days
without a sound,
looking through holes
made by woodworm.
the small prince was here,
surveying the plans
for his castle
to be built inside a pillbox
for the sick.
“These blueprints, make them greener
then you will have my permission,
to plant a tree so huge
it blocks the entrance,
there i’ll be.”
