Category: words

  • the artist

    not 7teen of them please no. seventeen of them. Part pink and gold, yes but seventeen of them. Seventeen

  • The Turkey Milking Man

    Timid in the real world, Weak as a lamb, Until he’s milking turkeys, Like the turkey milker can. Lost in a force of fear, America fan, But when he’s milking turkeys He’s the turkey milking man. Squeeze it tight, Do it right, Turkey man, Yuletide jam.     © PinkyBinks

  • Illuminated Natasha ( Haunted All The Way By You II )

    Last week i came across a blog of photographic collages that really impressed me.  Not only is the work beautiful, some of it is political, funny and full of contrasts. It is visually spectacular. Follow the link here  http://bpstainton.wordpress.com/ Aesthetic heaven. Stylish and magic. I wondered about the possibility of a collaboration, and sent a message to…

  • Lost Post: Meow Miaow

    La Luna higher than my spirit, evidencing there is a universe beyond earth, beyond here, beyond this. Twenty Four hours after hearing organs rattling inside this hollow cavity, kidneys pushing out ” The Shit “. Lost for a moment then lost for four days, silly me. Black Monday came so fast. So far from last…

  • Milked Like a Bitch

    The Stallion chooses fruit over beer, I choose beer over fruit. Nutrients to feed his hard strong body, Liquid shit to feed the hanging flesh on bones. Lying in sand, Wet from the sea, As I sit and write, Like a bitch that’s just been milked. Below my skeleton is beautiful, It’s just the surrounding…

  • Online Sneeze Generater

    Morning yawning, Brain brewing, Coaxing it out, Down the juicy wet snout. Flying partials, On Guardian articles, Ac-hew, nasal spew! Nosey pleasure, Sticky treasure, Hot and fast, I sneezed at last!

  • Spin: The Things We Do For Love

    Hey little fella, I’ll buy a pest repeller, Hide under an umbrella, And fly with a propeller, Break both of my patella, Bend spoons with Uri Geller, Go see a fortune teller, Drink fifty cans of Stella, Eat balls of Mozzarella, Suck toes of David Mellor, Be ill with salmonella, Turn orange Donatella, We sing…

  • Baaarrrr II – The Purpose of Sheep

    A poet. Yes with a King Charles spaniel and up-lighters. Market stalls and wondering dick heads at chav night. Fuck you. Sun a March born miracle. Now gone split glimmer of bright light. Motorway, Anticipation and cherish like yesterday pluss. I see them again. Tiny sheep, furry birdies, #babysheepflesh, As one would expect as we…

  • To Find a Solution from This

    Grizzly terrier face, On a pharmaceutical high, Walking with macaroons, Heading to a room like dead, Hours on hold, To find a solution from this.

  • Birds in Vests

    Powder, White, Laying on twigs, Invading tiny nests, Frozen wings, The birds need vests, When feathers fail.

  • Like Thoughtful Meat

    Where is spring? Sunset holds the breath, Where are days watching light orbit earth? Gone the orb, the cusp of heartbreak. . Positivity clawing  from  black, An impossibility it’s true, Remaining powerless, Like thoughtful meat.  

  • Haunted All the Way By You

    . One hundred million degrees below freezing, And Natasha buttoning up her eyes, Clap clap. . Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy, As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise; Fingers crossed. . As routine marsupials splash with vigor, Running like cats away from litter. . Winter pallet shifts a tone…