Friday April 13

When I go shopping

Sometimes

Bison

Chase me round the aisles

Or crocodiles

Snap at my smiles

Even snakes

Have been seen

To fall on my head

Spring cleaning

In the dust on the table,

You wrote 'I love you.'

Today I polished the furniture.

Her face

Take a bus from its shelter

Returning stolen goods

The city, a ripened screen saver

Tank tracks through drifting mud

Disintegrates when I see her face.

Obscurity

I like your name

It suits your face

I like your clothes

I like your place

In this world of obscurity

In a bottle-green dress,

U look like champagne,

Hair fizzing down yr face.

Bottle blonde, tho that's no sin.

It suits the flirty, fiery mood u r in.

Drying her hair in the ladies

The man-hater who forgot her umbrella

When outside it's raining men.

Thursday 12 April

Info-skint
Chx cashd no ?s askd
U stop T play th game
Rcade as th lite ramraids
Yr c-thru skin + th rain raps
A dgtl code, th air bitmaps
+ yr last coin c'rodes

Shall I compare thee 2 a London day?
Thou art more pissy + more cold;
The homeless shake their Big Issues,
Whilst u grapple with your small ones...

Many miles
Many miles may part us
But the smile inside of me
Is wide enough 4 U 2 sit on &
Slide down all the way into my arms.

There were toy guns and pretzels
And we were dancing in a garden
At 5 in the morning
The one day in April it didn't rain

Junkies
Sedentary urgency.
Full but never wholly.
Earthed but strung up good.
Attendants of an early so low wake.

I dreamed my two front teeth
Were dancing,
Flirting with my tongue

I depress the plastic keys as I sink further into repetition.
Turning biro into binary in insignificant increments.

Wednesday 11 April

the mind overwintering...
ice-flowers of forgetfulness
cool the brain's rebellious thud...
until the moment the sun hits the skin...
and we remember

yael's dance class:
bodies in new, alien movement -
lands where geographers are themselves
the unvisited landscapes they map
with ink of muscles, skin, emotions

my lesson was planned.
the guardian was in my hand.
i'd had an idea
(but mobiles were banned)
1e said the lesson was cool.
i broke the rule.
i made a stand.

emoticonvicts with limited characters pass solitary sentences on the mobile phone. no call-bars between textual lovers; cellular mates are never alone.

'we'd like to apologise to our customers'.
bar the voices, all is still.
countryside ages as i watch.
virgin on the ridiculous,
i could be dead on arrival.

next 4 txt language is e-volving,
u get the messge?
mobile words, with letters deleted,
but not characterless?
communic8, abbrevi8, in2a new 4m@

Tuesday 10 April

perhaps this is a poem,
even though it's not that long:
accompanied by a dialing tone,
would it then be a song?

on the tube wishing i was six foot six,
then i wouldn't be surrounded by smelly armpits

forever, i and my father will live in the space where she should be,
keep her chair free,
think of her silently,
and wrestle every day with our fondest memories.

Monday 9 April

Cold Shoulder
Just to tell you,
The book is closed.
I read the last page,
And I know how it goes.

She hid bony knees under stinking coal.
Her small white hands wrapped around fresh-picked bluebells.

London 1995
The raingrey eternal day
and sodium drench of night,
The dust-fat smells of cheap hotels;
The inns, the outs, the doors, the yells.

Voter! You've been selected
to vote 4 Tony Blair in the next election.
Pass this message on 2 4 other people
Or risk 4 years bad luck.
May the spin be with you.

Ubelongwithmeinthesordid70s
Inthedullearlyeveningglowoflateautumn
InLondon'sdrystreetswheremeninraincoatscrossover
Andbrowncarsmoveslowlythroughoutofdatelitter

I'm tired, I'm bored and I've had enough,
I'd destroy the world but it's where
I keep all my stuff.

Friday 6 April

Transition
Back in lipstick again.
You're gone.
No more shirts to stain.
Now she'll never know.

News
Y am I sppsd 2 care,
If Rob hs slpt w ger,
If Sofe hs bdmthd blr,
If Lise shot man w n hr?

Sleepers
Rotting planks rotting rails
Dead can debris dead rat tails
'Let it be' if all else fails
Sleepers running down our rails

When you marry
And have twins
Don't come running to me
For those safety pins.

2 yr olds hang-offov metros
shoutin aa lv u without knowin its coin
survivors trainsurfin
curve of possibilities
1stop down the line

Thursday 5 April

Happy yet?
Sad thoughts pulse.
Insistently pulse.
Reach the surface + breathe.
Burst the bubble.
Smile til your cheeks hurt.
Smile til you mean it.

Pls, stop sendg msgs2ths
No, I am not Linda,
I hv not slept w/yr sis,
+ I wd nvr call any1's ma a slag.
Gd luk w/viag.
Luv, yr wrong no. xxx

Forgive me
Forgive me
I hid away your jumper
with tumbling fishes
In a deep drawer
in my mother's Italian house
Your middle earth smell
is buried deep in it.

Wednesday 4 April

Stormbrew
Through foggy air where the old drunks sang
& lovers conspired in corners
his eyes a startled blue
as if he'd caught a sky in them

I 12 c u do u 12 c me? t 42 at 3?

Please turn off your mobiles,
The undertaker said,
I surely would have done so,
But my battery was dead

Scribes whose diatribes inform us
Our country has been stolen
Wear beer bellies, when hurling plastic chairs
Across Belgian squares

Snogrott Patula,
Vimon Shimes
Ambulant Minerva
Cramom Jhosh
I'm going to drivel
from coast to coast

Tuesday 3 April

Damn Marconi
No telephone call, no email, no txt
What will they invent to disappoint me nxt?

"Tickets please!"
Sent a look 2 ur eyes
A mirror of mine
Of shock and surprise
Ur coy pretty smile
I took as a sign
2 follow u down
Thus avoiding a fine

wrtng txt mssg pms wtht vwls dsnt wrk prply vowels stop consonants sticking together like clstrs f czchslvkn crrnts

phoney poetry
spring time
text rhyme
small size
big prize
nation gripped
sending script
end result
next cult ?

angel faced angel face
bottle blonde baby,
a sign there's a heaven above;
with lips made for kisses,
+ eyes bright delicious,
+ wisecracks that fit like a glove

Monday 2 April

There r not enough x's and o's in our virtual world 2 send 2 u

Stuck in traffic.
This phone is immobile

Denim jeans, wlking dwn the st,
A twst, a sashay, a dlite 2 c.
Dsn't mttr wots insde m,
Just as lng as its 0 tryng 2 gt out.
Bootlg, hls, jckt & styl.
All wrks 4 me.

I often think how my students resemble cows waiting to be milked,
Dressed in black & white,
Taken off daily at 8.30
To fulfill the realms of possibilities

Friday 30 March

Passion is never spent -
Passion is slaughtered -
My stubborn passion
Was hung drawn and 1/4d

After Birth
Two days after the birth
She floated uphill
On legs soft as noodles
Breasts hard as tennis balls
And heart newly peeled

News Flash
News fl#,
Train cr#,
MP smokes #,
NHS needs c#,
Floods cause major spl#,
FMD spreads like r#,
Cashcow - ashnow

I can't decide if the storm I'm travelling through
is the inspiration or the subject.
I'm too fascinated by its rainbow
and its lightning.

I rubbed lotion into her skin that day
Ran my finger through her hair.
My sandals were full of sand that day,
I remember how little I cared.

Description
You say you can describe me in 44 letters
(brn hr, grn eyes, av IQ, 2 prnts, 1 bro, 1 dog. N Ldn tnage @comp schl.)
I can do it in 2
(me).

Thursday March 29

How paranoid of Sigmund Freud
Our lives to vex and ruin sex
By contemplation of procreation

Txt me Friday if you like,
Ask me later, I just might,
May be busy, may be free,
See you soon tho' hopefully

MY DAY
Alrm bz
Ungdly hr
Gt up
Hv shwr
Gt 2 wrk
Ansr phn
Rd email
Hv a moan
Dwn pub
Gt drunk
With mates
Talk junk
Stggr hme
Fall in puddle
Need bed
& lvly cuddle

Were you not
I (thought) you were
@
any(where) then
now maybe
you will be
and (then) there
I will be me
and then then (ie now)
will continue
as before
etc.