Archive for September, 2009

Blogging the bits that matter…

I really am rubbish at updating this blog.  I don’t mean rubbish as slightly inept, but rubbish in the mass landfill sense of the word, as in, really awful.  I am sitting on Tori’s living room floor having hijacked her computer, given that I can see the whole screen, unlike on mine I can only see half of it as it’s Toshiba ergo PANTS.  I have come to be an expert at judging people’s carpets, given I am getting slowly used to sleeping in many other beds other then my own.  Floors and things are becoming slightly less intimidating although the hardness of the floor is still something I am getting used to.
I can spare the details but there are two words in my life that summarise everything that is happening.  First word is ‘divorce’ as most people know I am getting divorced and I have happily moved on and found someone who I am incredibly happy with, second word… Second word is ‘happy’ because I am very happy.
I have sorted out my website, I am writing lots of poetry (well compared to last month), and I am starting to do open mic’s again which I had stopped in July due to everything going on.  And the book is going to come out quite soon as well, however I have managed to change my mind about the poems going in to it, so I have to go back to the drawing board on that one.


I’m a Twit, how about you?

  • off home to pick up car, pay for xmas presents, wish sis happy birthday and go to liv torc's book launch... Phew! #fb 7 hours ago
  • good luck tori x x #Fb 15 hours ago
  • back to using buttons again. Touchscreens are not that great really? Lovely misty morning today. 15 hours ago
  • is annoyed that his Nokia 5800 is a pile of arse & isn't wrkn. Is also sad b/c his inspiration has taken a holiday w/ his dignity 1 day ago
  • tonight is the night that I brave the laundrette. wish me luck. 1 day ago
  • RT @huffingtonpost Poetry So Bad It's Good http://bit.ly/4plqyB this is really something! I have to say I've nearly written stuff like this. 1 day ago
  • 2012 was awsm. rt, now back 2 reality... i'm rlly liking ths 'tweetshrink' tool, saves me having 2 think abt it 2 much. 2 days ago
  • Off to watch 2012. Terrible script but looking forward to the visual effects. 2 days ago
  • time for sleep and a fun day tomorrow... has also just realised why he likes puppy linux so much 3 days ago
  • although it is really a small achievement, I have now got two monitors hooked up together in a very heath robinson kind of way... 3 days ago

RSS Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’

  • Teeth 21/11/2009
    My aim, when spitting That mouth mixed minty Broth, concocted each time teeth are scrubbed has been perfected after My grandmother, told me off for missing the plug And not rinsing the sink. Now, I can aim a jet of water Like a vegas fountain with Accuracy that’d make her Proud.
    Chris
  • Face 21/11/2009
    Mirror like, staring at the lens is a face from the otherside. First photo of the source of Those long strings of beautiful Sentences.  Caring words from A disembodied body on the Other side of the world. You are nothing like what I Thought.  You’re fat. But then it’s a camera, that’s What it does.  Fattens your White porcelain face. The pe […]
    Chris
  • Director 21/11/2009
    Julio, pronounced ‘Hoolio’ Is slouched at the only table seat In this fluorescent catacomb. Now and again he takes a Phone Call. With great statement He reels off his matinee, Directing darlings, just some Actors learning scripts. Loudly he strokes a kempt Designer beard as his jawline Rests quietly on an ego Three metres diameter. His pseudo sel […]
    Chris
  • Car Boot 21/11/2009
    A field, on a Sunday morning. Fried egg smells, eminating From the snack wagons dotted About. Our Sunday service, My dialogue with God, replaced With mindless bartering over Cardboard coffee cups. This field, a karma junction, Items with stained energy, Passing over, under the Hymns of the car boot, Items of communion, Approach plaster table altars. Make you […]
    Chris
  • Hard ‘C’ 17/11/2009
    the waiting room hygienic with a TV humming cushy kids programs to those with no soul. thumb worn magazines littered the only table, saturating the pine vaneer with turned corners and faded bent gloss covers.  An unatural smiling woman stares at the faces of those who will die before she develops wrinkles, thanks to Oil of Ulay. The few that sit there either […]
    Chris
  • Run Away 17/11/2009
    What he didn’t say Was where he was Going.  What he Did say was that He didn’t care if He lived or died. I wish running Away was only Something that Children tried to do. Adults apparently Do the same.
    Chris
  • Mensa 16/11/2009
    Chris
  • Owe 08/11/2009
    I’m going to Make you an offer. You’re going to like It. Life isn’t very good At this sort of thing. So I’ll sell you my Soul. Posted by Wordmobi
    Chris
  • Cyclone 04/11/2009
    I walk a cyclone on a nylon lead They can be cared for really easily, Remember they will always need to feed In wind and rain and other weather fronts, Engulfing all that stands up in it’s way Trains and cars, People and wildlife too. The upkeep can be quite prohibitive If you have nowhere else to really live, The cyclone never sleeps, [...]
    Chris
  • Rolling 31/10/2009
    Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.
    Chris

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