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Thursday, 12 November 2009

First Garment Fetish 13/155


Oh I remember that blue crotched dress
I can feel it against my skin today
I could never wear it without a vest
Triangular holes for small finger play
that is the way it's magic was woven
Sky blue wool pyramids of Nana Love
It made me feel that I had been chosen
Crotchet couture that fitted like a glove
Then one day my Mother came to see me
This caused Nana visible sadness
As I didn't belong to her you see
A grey cloud replaced her normal gladness
I wish I could tell her what I now know
Sometimes it's okay to let someone go

Travel Proximity 12/155

Moving through a forest I see trees
I know you would expect that wouldn't you
from the train window swaying in the breeze
"Who will get the jab against that Swine Flu"
Suddenly so intensely distracted
Soaking up the words of fellow trav'lers
Explanations so deep and protracted
Whispered about the illness that was hers
She would of course be first in that queue
Of the worthy and deserving cases
She took some pride in that as you would do
If you'd ever dealt with lesser places
To come first is such a beautiful thing
It appeared she had spent her life waiting

Tuesday, 10 November 2009

The Secret Magic Life of An Eye Shadow Pallet 11/155

I bought bright eye shadow on the King's Road

When my daughter was a very small girl

A saturated and rich eyelid load

That turned me into an exotic whirl

I twisted and sparkled like a Cosmic Queen

A Femme Fatale, an Infinite Force

Escaping the pressures, my daily scene

Lonely single Mother, post The Divorce

My beautiful daughter, now a pre-teen

Stole the compact for her U.S.A trip

She painted friends’ faces dazzling lime green

Using the special shades on someone's lip

This struck me as somehow so outrageous

But breaking spells is also courageous




Monday, 9 November 2009

A Dramatic Tree Split 10/155


My friend Sarah's garden is beautiful
but a tree has dramatically split
She's concerned because she is dutiful
next door have a garden but can't get into it
She's posted on face book insurance woes
No one is answering the bloody phone
Her call is important everyone knows
but they have left her on hold and alone
They are not as slow with her direct debit
though she's waiting for 'emergency help'
if uncovered they extend no credit
translate this as go deal with it yourself
No voice to offer her reassurance
This is the downside of her insurance

Sunday, 8 November 2009

The House Boats at Shoreham By Sea 9/155

Go see the houseboats at Shoreham by Sea
Their surreal beauty will fill your heart
They have this Mad Max sensibility
Where does the real or the imagined start
The post war reclaimed submarine trawler
converted into some ones unique home
A gangway to enthral any caller
Does the vampire or wizard live here alone
I am letting my imagination
get the better of me and no wonder
faced with such riotous stimulation
a jeweled casket for words to plunder
Descriptively and inadequately
I rejoice in a dream of piracy

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Electro Life Saver 8/155

Here is a big up for electro dance
and the home recording revolution
Be it Happy House, D and B or Trance
Dance music has helped my constitution
How should one respond to having cancer
I just wanted to dance it out of me
arms raised to a beat this manic dancer
embraced this golden opportunity
I am not saying it was that easy
but the joys on sequencing and midi
As a cure sounds radical and cheesy
but I got lost in beats that are speedy
Spirits lifted by home grown D and B
Mate with a producer that is the key

Friday, 6 November 2009

Cosmetic Burglary 7/155


The English language is being robbed

Co-opted and rudely, crudely misused

And not just by this sonnet that sobbed

“Dear sistas we are being a abused”

Not just because we are being revived

By patented agents and revitalift

Or biospheres that penetrate our lives

Perfectly packaged with a nice free gift

What of our daughters, this cruel collusion

This brutal force that derails self-esteem

We're acting out the final solution

Cold neutral perfection was Hitler's dream

Because we are worth it abandon this

For Womankind, that is my greatest wish