xxrSo what's it all about?

ww50-year-old ordinary bloke, still in possession of own hair and teeth, seeks readers for his slightly less ordinary poetry.
wwIf you've got this far then you can take it that you've been mugged for the job.
wwPoetry, in the classic definition of Nigel Molesworth, is cissie stuff that rhymes. Except that mine doesn't. My lyrics do . . . sort of.

wwLet's cut to the chase . . .

wwI usually put a recent epic on the home page. It's likely to be about France (where I live) or even in French , music, weird personal stuff
wwor just plain surreal. If you survive it, you can probably find other little gems on this site, despite the kindergarten standard of web design.
wwYou may even like them. So here we go . . .

wwStar update 19 Dec 2011: bbLatest poem: Occasional requiem 20 Dec 2011

The Machine and I

We have an understanding
the Machine and I.
How it strikes the steel sea,
high and dry on spikes
and rods beneath the
face of the Earth.
Excuse me while I scrat
around in the oil and dirt
for my fugitive youth,
I love the Machine it
always rages with me.
I can't ignore the restlessness
hiding in the Machine,
steam in its canine skin
poised to bite like Mother's
milk. You know how
women love guilt.
The Machine and I
turn and turn as the
speltered clock defines a killing.
I'm watching the
holes in the vacuum
nurturing delusions to drill
in neat rows in April.
We have an understanding
the Machine and I

And now . . .

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