Saturday, September 11, 2010


Sunshine and lollipops

Colour me in

Give me a hand

I’m feelin

A bit washed out

tasting a bit bland

See through blue

Forget black I’ll leave that in the darkness

the progressive revisionist palette of

me myself and I

all singing dancing typing

I’m looking for sunshine and lollipops

The funny ha ha

Walking on the bright side

Of Fir Street

Run till you drop

Blood red

Anarchy panicky routes rhythm

Broken people load words

Closed eyes blind thought

Where blue skies are black

Summer sun attack

Burn us everyone

Come come nuclear dumb

Plaudit pundits the

Fruits of their obscurity

growing on every middle class

middle road


Spectacles for testicles

Peering out living on the hedge

Choose our lies wisely

Don’t paint it black,

Don’t paint at all.


Niamh B said...

here was I thinkin you'd got all cheery for a minute.

Peter Goulding said...

Funny, I've had a Stones song in my head since learning the task, but its She's a Rainbow.
That'd make a good wedding song, I reckon, TFE.

The Weaver of Grass said...

Is that what one could call a 'stream of consciousness' poem?
You do seem to waver between elation and desolation.

Gwei Mui said...

Yes I too had similar initial thoughts to Niamh.

"Anarchy panicky routes rhythm

Broken people load words

Closed eyes blind thought

Where blue skies are black"

This is `real pump action - like loading a rifle and then firing out the words

Kat Mortensen said...

Wow! I loved that, "Run till you drop BLood red. Your internal, quirky rhymes work excellently here, "spectacles for testicles" will be on my interior screen for some time, I think.

Really like this one!

Kat (still thinking)

Emerging Writer said...

You are following a peaks and troughs line. I do like the last two lines though.

Rachel Fox said...

Spectacles for testicles..?
Punk band?

Titus said...

I must resove to arrive sooner in future, because I too loved these lines,

Broken people load words
Closed eyes blind thought
Where blue skies are black
Summer sun attack

I liked the journey through colour in this one, and the rejection at the end.

NanU said...

Chose our lies wisely. Ah, there's good advice! Like Niamh I thought you'd gone over all cheery and was thinking, what? this can't last! and it didn't. Next time I drive I'm assigning you A Happy Pome.

Lydia said...

Love this, with a dark kind of love. "Come come nuclear dumb" is really an amazing line!
I had a song in my head for this prompt also.

Have a great week!

Eric Alder said...

Apparently I'm the only commenter (so far) who's heard of Leslie Gore. What a call-back that was! A fun bus stop!

The Bug said...

I'm pretty sure sunshine & lollipops aren't all they're cracked up to be, really. And what in the world does "cracked up" mean here anyway? Is this another saying my mother tricked me into using?

My favorite lines are the last ones - because I actually read some hope there.

Jinksy said...

Sunshine and lollipops,
yellow, red, green:
I'd give you them all -
the best ever seen -
if just for one day
I could be queen.
Queen of the paintbox
with sweets in ajar -
I'd share them out daily,
wherever you are!

Dave King said...

I thought it was great fun - even if I didn't get all the references.

the watercats said...

I was sure I commented here... :-(.. anyway.. dark, coolness... and surrealness.. it's like a picasso!

Marion said...

Awesome poem, TFE. It's been a blast driving the Poetry Bus this week. (I've had "Magical Mystery Tour" going through my head for days, for some reason). Blessings!!

Erratic Thoughts said...

Ahh I liked those closing lines.
Now that I think of it, I never chose the right lies n darn i get caught up!
Some dark shades there...:)