I keep a plog. Clever? a poetry log.
Alright so it was good at the time.
Cheesegreen – My poetry ‘Plog’
- Teeth 21/11/2009My 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 21/11/2009Mirror 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 21/11/2009Julio, 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 21/11/2009A 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’ 17/11/2009the 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 17/11/2009What 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 08/11/2009I’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 WordmobiChris
- Cyclone 04/11/2009I 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 31/10/2009Roll your tongue over the slow earth, the live earth told in slow dreams. Letter over letter, lets roll over.Chris
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