Wednesday, 20 April 2016

The Queen of Spurs

Day Twenty





One soundless night you were the midnight-chaser,
A spark-lighter; gardener of thoughts.
From zip you became many things,
Heart-hider. Beat-mover. Verse-walker.
And then you wouldn't stop being.
 
From a rare nonsense-peddler,
to highbinder in tales. Grin-giver,
and bestower of strange monikers.
The gone-wrong chocolate-ducker.
I forgive you, my midnight-chaser.




 

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Tactics

Day Nineteen




Pick a spot with confluence
of provision, industry, science
and gather dust.

Apply the cost of research
Prioritise technology
and always gather dust.

Explore. Inquire. Set foot
upon the world and
meet its many creatures.

Seek that which aids you.
The strategic and luxurious,
ever with dust and influence.

Employ brands of diplomacy
whether words to tempt
or the threat of utter ruin.

Gather golden dust about you
In the air, the sea, the earth
and all its people.





Monday, 18 April 2016

Home

Day Nineteen




 
Cor! Love a duck!
 
Well I go to the foot
 
of my grandfather's stairs
 
You're as common as muck.







Sunday, 17 April 2016

The Life Insurgent

Day Seventeen





A protestor throws a most violent eruption
in demonstration for an eight-hour day
The wall over Manhattan island
demands the status quo

A mob in Constantinople
surrenders a sacred symbol of power
Junks in a struggle against the Manchus
Revenge for subverting the party

monarchy abolished
fails to rouse the clans
anarchy established
free and open to all

At the Tsar's injudicious order
Cavalry charge 'cross icy cobblestones
Don't cheer boys, the poor devils are dying
A star in Taurus explodes in a cosmic cloud
and the first English coffee house opens in Oxford



Saturday, 16 April 2016

Day Trip

Day Sixteen



We slip down the steps
with the dust and the lizards.
Past imagined arches and
dreamt-up mosaics.

Long dead masons
ate olives and bread here.
Curious dolphins
watched them depart.

The dry, hot brushwood
once whispered to bulls.
But speaks not of ruin
in time's labyrinth.



Friday, 15 April 2016

Last Orders

Day Fifteen





Blah-blah,
Rah-rah,
Laugh it up,
Ha-ha.

No-no,
So-so,
Feelin' like a
Yoyo.

Shoo shoo,
Juju,
Got me doin'
Sous sous.

Bling-bling
Chin-chin,
Waitin' for the
Ding-ding.

My my,
Bye-bye,
Steady now,
Aye-aye.







Thursday, 14 April 2016

The Grand Old

Day Fourteen





Hallo my sweet Roseberry Topping;

Permit me to gain elevation.

Then on my attaining your summit,

Admit me no fair means of stopping;

Award a descending rotation.

I possess not a wish to refrain so

Permit me to willingly plummet;

Accord me the end of a rainbow.