Category: writing

Chopstick is Best For Healthy

These photographs are by artist Martin Parr. They show the food cultures in the countries. They show Britain and Americas. My Chinese culture is same but different. We eat the bread but it is sweet. If Martin was to come and photograph the China there would be lots of meat as Chinese eat anything. There would be rice and noodle and chopstick in photo. They are staple foods in the China. All countries have different foods and cultures – India uses hand, UK use fork and knife and China use chopstick. Chopstick is best for healthy.

 

Ode to the Sun

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.

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Image from Google

 

 

© 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 the father of the images, Ben.  I asked if he would be willing to produce an image to accompany a selection of my words, anything that inspired him. He graciously said yes.  The below image, entitled #illuminated Natasha is Ben’s response to two lines from a poem i wrote last winter,  called, ” Haunted  all the way, by you “.

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One hundred million degrees below freezing,

And Natasha buttoning up her eyes,

Clap clap.

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Bubbling oil heats the cell of cosy,

As the pull of the future helps cavernous walnuts snap into another rise;

Fingers crossed.

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As routine marsupials splash with vigor,

Running like cats away from litter.

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Winter pallet shifts a tone lighter and lighter and lighter and  เบา

To white,

Ascending with a drum roll.

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A gift of it to that,

Haunted all the way,

by you.

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 October. Another exile from reality. Another blip.

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 mush that spoils it.

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 in acapella,
The things we do for love.

© PinkyBinks

Baaarrrr II – The Purpose of Sheep

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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 approach crucifixion o’clock.

Barr Barr white sheep, have you any thoughts,
Or is it just my vegan ego thinking for you.

Fur on green a pleasure to see,
A feeling of cute,
As long as i forget their purpose,
The meaning of sheep.

Future dots of death in nature,
Bloody fruits, unfortunately.

© PinkyBinks

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.