Tag: words

  • the artist

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

  • And All Becomes Extinct

    Oh no, More than a blip. A mountain in landscape, Falling deep into the caverns. I cant help myself, But i should. I must, Unless this is dead. And all becomes extinct.

  • Teenage, Going on Dead

    I awoke to a black sky, But the droplets of rain were pink, purple and pale blue; Shimmering on pane. A pounding base raising from the floor below, Fucking throbbing; Pinky Fararge! As i knit, To the slow pace of growing teeth.    

  • Something Anything

    Drifting on while they play video games. Looking for meaning or regret. A time filler. Something, anything. Waiting to die, or balloon. Or both. Are they waiting also. Maybe we should talk about it. My life is for you now, as i can’t be bothered any more. Soon it will be for her also. This…

  • The Last Two Lines

    Dark and exquisite, Half Arab, Half apostle, As tight as her, Glistening in half my age.     © PinkyBinks

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…