Chairman


HOLD UP
September 26, 2012, 12:19 pm
Filed under: English, Poetry

There is a line up of things I am much aware of.
I am aware of such things, yes, but…
What is the hold up?

Someone please hold it up so I can see.
You see I do want to see.
I really do.

Is it perhaps that I do not wish to see?
Too lazy to want to see for example?
Or busy maybe?
Perhaps I just cannot see.

Oh, I see.
This is just about me.
Simply… only… just… me.
This hold up is very simply because of me.
It is in me what I must see.

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I AM NEW
September 24, 2009, 11:01 am
Filed under: English, Poetry

IN LIFE I AM NINETEEN
WITH MANY A NAIL

TAKE IT
THINK IT
WILL IT IN TIME
THEN ALINE IT
YET IF I WANT A MEAN AT IT
I FALL FLAT IN IT

I AIM MAX
I FAKE A LITTLE
I TIE THEM AT A LIE
THEN I EXIT THEM LETTER

I WAIT
FLY A KITE
KNIT AN ANT
MEAL A HAM
EYE A VAN
AXE A TAIL
I WAIT

LIKE AN ENAMEL ANIMAL IN A TALL LEAN MAZE
I FLEE MY FATE
I AM LAME

THEN I TAKE MY FIVE
WITH IT
I KEY THEM ALL IN
EVENLY

FINALLY
IN IT WE LINE
WE FILE LIKE THIN FLAKE

AT THAT
IN MILKY WHITE I AM TEXT
I AM NEW



Flood
September 9, 2009, 1:47 pm
Filed under: English, Poetry

Flooded,
with ideas and visions of colour.
Dead serious yet hopeless
and lost in some friendly zones.

Fooled,
by my art and smart alike.
Flushed in a whirl by distractions, factions and contraptions of life.
I need wisdom for enchantment yet I am full of entrapment.

Fondled,
not so gently by angst and fuss
I slip back.
And why?

And sunken,
them wet manifests, naked sketches and soaked propositions
faking their death.

Whilst I,
on my own isle of Mann
beaten but not defeated by waves of doubt
write some more
for lack of the better, brighter and bigger prospect
that waits, hopes, expects
that someday
I will breaststroke to brushstroke
until I get to me
and be swimmingly
happy.



Chronulator
May 13, 2009, 3:46 pm
Filed under: English, Poetry

If painting is pagan
Is my chicken vegan?

Stick and span!
Red squares in a saucepan.

If red light means a pause
Can I redraw any of your flaws?

Shake and bake!
Is this an outbreak?

If you are a fairy
Are you really not that scary?

Slap and spray!
How I love to cover you with clay!

If there is no creature
What must movies feature?

Sit up and sing!
Because Chairman is becoming.

If you are a chronulator
Am I your calculator?

Enough is enough!
I should blow you a puff!



Imbussable
May 7, 2009, 11:42 am
Filed under: English, Poetry

I feel imbussable.
For several reasons it seems.
We don’t know enough it seems.
It seems in fact there is no bus
Yet.
And no passanger either.

Yet, I should be hopeful, resourceful and very careful…perhaps in Queens!?
And imbussible is knotting yet nothing is impossible for there still is ‘time’ it seems.



Synesthesia
April 27, 2009, 10:31 pm
Filed under: English, Poetry

It’s never too lavender to violet.
You are never too pink to sink.
And I am never too orange to have porridge.
On second thought, sometimes I AM that porridge to turn down an orange.

When I am deeply mellow
You think I might crow?
Am I yellow in time even or fresh out of my mind?
On second thought, perhaps I am the colour of mint if time is pigment.

Caucasia,
Synesthesia,
Tetrachromacy,
Colour constancy.
Don’t ‘bcc’,
Let’s see,
Just TP!
DON’T CONFUSE ME!!

I am there in one split colour,
Yet, I can’t get here infra red!
Really, am I that opaque everyday?
On second thought,
Surely I am already past grey anyway…



Han Gover
April 24, 2009, 4:04 pm
Filed under: English, Poetry

This seems to work!
Well, I don’t…
And such is surprisingly,
Well…
ugly!!

Don’t worry, be yappy.
Well, well… Poooooo-ey!!!

Pissing on an iron board at the angle of an angel,
Fanny packs in Roppongi
And end of racial hair.

Blah!
Rah rah!

Because I am,
I am the jersey man for sure!
Hurrah!