Methinks blah blah, protesteth too much for by the mere fact of implying you're 'not bothered' immediately confirms the opposite, unless it is a double think ironic twist with lemon and lime with liver and onions and look at your heart bleeding on your sleeve pretence that has you outwitted byGeorge O's 1948 last digits reversed type proclamation that says things are not how they could neither nor how they should let alone how we would wanty wisher they to be or not to be depending on the double bluff and eggs broken make omelettes but when it comes to making sausages the butcher may be involved but the poor pig is committed so this little piggy is squealing FOUL! Not chicken.Some are born others achieve some have it thrust upon But the great hill of beans is on the side plate that we can't take with us in a Ferrari or a fiat 500 means, that ultimately, little matters -we go out as we came in- with nothing and the trail of the snail is how we will be judged, or in other words,they think that i've got no respect but, sneaky feelings, i've yet to get right through, the way I feel for you, so fuck the world, love the world, hate the world, need the world, forget the world and though my aim is true, so true, none truer, it STILL seems that, despite bleeding knuckles and sweated blood.....Everything means less than Zero...Take it away Elvis! No really, like take it away from here,Heh, heyeh!
Every dance is a mystery, every day a miracle, and still I'm stepping out because the angels wanna wear my red shoes, but i'm not ready yet, this is not my time, me? I'm staying to FIGHT.
Ps All images on this blog including' Lisa through the barbed wire' are taken by moi and are available as signed limited edition prints..all proceeds go towards printing 'The Poetry BUs' magazine.
23 comments:
Fight on TFE - fight on!
Thanklee Heather.I have to,I've run away too many times!
Furious energy in this one - is there a bit of a rap thing going on there too? Love the red shoes.
I love you "train of thought" missives, especially regarding the human condition of mortality. I am happy that you can produce even when you do not have the swine flu.
Thanksly muchlo, English Rider! That's cool. Swine flu? You remember! AAAArrggghh that was such a terrible time.Not looking forward to another winter and all the bugs it brings.
Furious energy? OOsh I likes the sound of that!Thanks PF,Rap? There could be,wasn't intentional, the red shoes is all Elvis not me, but tis a great line!
This photo gave me an idea for our project, TFE. hmmm....
Please be careful taking those photos, TFE. Did you hear what happened to a man's family in Central Park yesterday while he took their photo? Tragedy... pure tragedy!
I do like the sense of freedom from societal constraints in this written piece and feel a little sad for ol' Lisa there behind the barbed wire.
Nothing like good healthy long sentences to purge your mind of frustrations..I do it ALL the time actually...mostly to myself though.
Pigs freak me out. But yes sometimes there is a total blue sky of understanding that it all really means nothing...but hopefully it is something to each of us most of the time and then we slip back into a cloudy sky again.
I am a waffler with no structure & I don't care
I love Elvis Costello's music
That's a stunner of an image. It ought to bother someone!
A return to form alright TFE - where hath the madster been hiding!?
And while we're on the subject - whatever happened to man and superman?
I'm glad you have red shoes - they are my favourites. But now I need to lie down in a dark room after reading this post... :)
Wow! I love how you just go at 90 miles an hour with your thoughts all streaming out behind you. Me, I daren't little the little feckin' chatterin' monkeys at the back of my brain our their cages for fear of not gettin' them back in again. Bracing stuff!
Sometimes it's hard not to love you.
What's the idea Prof? And what the feck happened in the park?
Elvis (C) is king, Josie and Lord save us from too much lucidity!
Ps I love pigs, but I also love sausages.
Thanks Dave, glads ye likeo!
Yes, Niamh, where the feck IS 'man and Superman'? I lost track of that priceless artwork.Was supposed to be heading stateside.If anyone spots it send it on!!
In fact I am offering a reward of a night of passion with either Jimmy The Butler or Cook, or both.
Thanks Jinksy!I've no red shoes since I stopped wearing 10 hole 'cherry red' Doc Martens in the 80's.
Cherry red? They always looked brown to me.Enjoy your lie down.
Free the monkeys Argo!
Titus, you mean you DON'T love me!?
The barbed wire makes me think the Mona Lisa's eyes are twinkling, dangerously. Or do I mean she is fluttering her eyelashes?
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