Tag: Surreal
The Mirror
Sizzling Symphony
On the terrace, on a lazy Sunday morning, as I stand breathing petrichor, with an approaching storm, my attention suddenly gets diverted, hearing a faint whistle. What happens next? Image: Gomathi Mohan
» Read moreYour Good Friends, The Joneses
Musical version of an earlier poem about false friends who undermine you. Your Good Friends, The Joneses They say you should keep your friends close to you And hold your enemies in your arms Well, I don’t subscribe to this point of view ‘cause false close friends do real harm These are your good friends, the Joneses
» Read moreThe Mad March Hare Affair
Apologies to Lewis Carroll and White Rabbits everywhere…. The Mad March Hare Affair ================== A late-night high-wire act with a saran-wrapped acrobat in her four-poster acro-belfry where you cracked bells and Bells whisky, frisked both basque and brisket love-slaps shock-absorbed by beer-belly crumple-zones so now you sidle home hare-fast moist with guilt to lick your lips as Pantin’s bliss-mist-kisses burn
» Read moreDeceivers
This is possibly something to rile both the believer and the unbeliever. But maybe I’m wrong. Even the briefest of comments would be appreciated.
» Read moreNeon Pretty
Poem-song from the first album – all about those certain nights out NEON PRETTY I should not be here, walking late in these neon-pretty twilight zones I can find no pulse inside me t’shake my ghost soul bones the pentagram still binds us to our spritual needs I do penance for my conscience for my unspeakable, unconscionable deeds. I
» Read moreI Will Never Overshadow You
A little myth and miss…. I will Never Overshadow You We lay beneath a tall and ragged ash our dark Yggdrasil, bearing heaven with its frayed and fractal fingers and serene above its tattered crown, Selene – its branches are my father’s limbs, you said sturdy, stern and strong enough to bear aloft the corpse of Nut his disapproving eye
» Read moreThe Tatter Man
It Should Be Paris
Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own) An old song revamped for the new album: The Inn of The Sixth Melancholy. It was based on observations of riding the London Tube in the 80s. IT SHOULD BE PARIS Sleepless, hapless; riding trains Deep underground keeps me safe from the rains And these metrosexual eyes
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