Thursday, 26th June 2014
Lost a silence to collapsing doubt
Grew and died and was dried by wishes
A light relief of a veinless leaf
Empty contentment
Cup and cradle silent calling of hands
Gaps to shiver in
Stare at shoulders in rooms
With apostrophes over each arm
Chattering greedily over carpets
Knotted stories
Tall orders and dreams prevented by ghosts
Breath in close proximity
Empty to fill
Chases away the waiting mind
Thursday 26 June 2014
Saturday 21 June 2014
Saturday, 21st June 2014
Trying out an experiment and getting friends to send me 10 random words which I then write something from:
Clean diapers on the passenger seat
A sleep deprived mommy falls asleep at the wheel
With babies and a future of graduation poses
Questions and the rehabilitations of former prisoners
From the feral world bring
Pails of flowers mixed with basil leaves
A cornucopia of bliss mixed with cysts and eels ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
An Essay on Peter Pan:
A pervert with one sock
The other left in the aqueduct
A double spaced question mark
Moist and turning gassy
The heat turns us all outrageous
Even the youngest
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A bloated hobo holds an orchid
Whiskey breathing alchohol filament
Eating vittles
No transfats allowed
Washing by hydrant only
His tombstone a name in spray paint
A childhood memory:
His marble when it would tap another
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What sleeping eyes can't see lies dormant
Upon the carpet until they sweep
Tiredly they rise with the birds and roses
Eager for the song, the chase and the hearing
That an ear can still feel through a hanging earring
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Drown in haplessness if you wish but it can lie in no lake and no leaf holds ache occasionally it will shiver
Can space hold a stone or chocolate?
Stars lie in space old with all truth told and one holds the other
What is the biggest form of disestablishmentarianism the universe can offer?
Isn't every thought held by another?
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Salt thrown over the shoulder
Made into an act of luck
Left upon the wounds that have been clawed
The paw that drew blood
Retreats
Now the spots are dried and
Joined up in lines
You see them on a screen
Nothing yet
But it soon becomes a bike to ride
A key to open doors
A bottle of milk which could have also been cheese
You were a seed but now you're with the trees
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Every kitchen holds an adventure
If in uniform, a chair, flogging a dead horse
An unofficial seller touts tautology
What would it be like to see words dyslexic-
Ally in a helicopter
If there is a side there is a blame
Don't lament a (re)purpose
A dead end full up of hearses
Putrid states and regrowth the same
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Skip a doubt that might plant itself
Deep inside a bliss can bow down
Or tie a bow tie on
A day with all in
dis-
Array your mind
All is green and kind
and growing
Winds will blow your kites
As high as you wish them to go
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Lying in curved yellow waves it is easy to forget
To think of blue as just one dot of three when
Television was often joined by early mornings and pajamas
Before the book and telephone
It was your friend
But not the beginning
Oxygen helped bring you into being
And you never stopped jumping
Brring-brrring
The ringing never stops
But you can't pick up or hang up
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Dig the fallow land in
Waiting for the alarm to wake us
Plants grow and write the plots
That are potted and stand
By a window
Clamber in life's carnival
On a throne Merovingian in style
With bones and teeth and hair worn long
And skin covered with a balm
Allowing us to exist
With other aliens that also lie
Who lay and who are laid
Upon this earth I say hello
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Nothing of value can be found within a fortune
Without an intrinsic valve
Our tyres become flat
And drown
Clambouring against a wall
We build and rebuild with florid faces
Only one trouser inflated and tied
Knotted with billowy words that our ancestors yelped
With a primitive breath
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Ten fingers
Ten toes if you're lucky
But one taken off ten is nine
And that one would be mine
Because I am William Nein
And Nein becomes any number
Like No.
Like ten is a number.
No.
Numb digits are kept warm within ten(ts)
A ten(th) of a hundred is ten
So don't be ten(tative)
Rise up and don't be bea(ten)
Ligh(ten) yourself of any number my friend
Trying out an experiment and getting friends to send me 10 random words which I then write something from:
Clean diapers on the passenger seat
A sleep deprived mommy falls asleep at the wheel
With babies and a future of graduation poses
Questions and the rehabilitations of former prisoners
From the feral world bring
Pails of flowers mixed with basil leaves
A cornucopia of bliss mixed with cysts and eels ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
An Essay on Peter Pan:
A pervert with one sock
The other left in the aqueduct
A double spaced question mark
Moist and turning gassy
The heat turns us all outrageous
Even the youngest
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A bloated hobo holds an orchid
Whiskey breathing alchohol filament
Eating vittles
No transfats allowed
Washing by hydrant only
His tombstone a name in spray paint
A childhood memory:
His marble when it would tap another
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What sleeping eyes can't see lies dormant
Upon the carpet until they sweep
Tiredly they rise with the birds and roses
Eager for the song, the chase and the hearing
That an ear can still feel through a hanging earring
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Drown in haplessness if you wish but it can lie in no lake and no leaf holds ache occasionally it will shiver
Can space hold a stone or chocolate?
Stars lie in space old with all truth told and one holds the other
What is the biggest form of disestablishmentarianism the universe can offer?
Isn't every thought held by another?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Salt thrown over the shoulder
Made into an act of luck
Left upon the wounds that have been clawed
The paw that drew blood
Retreats
Now the spots are dried and
Joined up in lines
You see them on a screen
Nothing yet
But it soon becomes a bike to ride
A key to open doors
A bottle of milk which could have also been cheese
You were a seed but now you're with the trees
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Every kitchen holds an adventure
If in uniform, a chair, flogging a dead horse
An unofficial seller touts tautology
What would it be like to see words dyslexic-
Ally in a helicopter
If there is a side there is a blame
Don't lament a (re)purpose
A dead end full up of hearses
Putrid states and regrowth the same
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Skip a doubt that might plant itself
Deep inside a bliss can bow down
Or tie a bow tie on
A day with all in
dis-
Array your mind
All is green and kind
and growing
Winds will blow your kites
As high as you wish them to go
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lying in curved yellow waves it is easy to forget
To think of blue as just one dot of three when
Television was often joined by early mornings and pajamas
Before the book and telephone
It was your friend
But not the beginning
Oxygen helped bring you into being
And you never stopped jumping
Brring-brrring
The ringing never stops
But you can't pick up or hang up
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dig the fallow land in
Waiting for the alarm to wake us
Plants grow and write the plots
That are potted and stand
By a window
Clamber in life's carnival
On a throne Merovingian in style
With bones and teeth and hair worn long
And skin covered with a balm
Allowing us to exist
With other aliens that also lie
Who lay and who are laid
Upon this earth I say hello
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Nothing of value can be found within a fortune
Without an intrinsic valve
Our tyres become flat
And drown
Clambouring against a wall
We build and rebuild with florid faces
Only one trouser inflated and tied
Knotted with billowy words that our ancestors yelped
With a primitive breath
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Ten fingers
Ten toes if you're lucky
But one taken off ten is nine
And that one would be mine
Because I am William Nein
And Nein becomes any number
Like No.
Like ten is a number.
No.
Numb digits are kept warm within ten(ts)
A ten(th) of a hundred is ten
So don't be ten(tative)
Rise up and don't be bea(ten)
Ligh(ten) yourself of any number my friend
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Glass shift speed register sixteen fabric tape glide loud floating
Omniscient pumpernickel magma haughty paradoxical mittens mumbles glitch penultimate elbows
Thursday 19 June 2014
Friday, 20th June 2014
Memory tanks filled up banks
Water sank below
Exhausted blinks from tired eyes
Rubber boots walking little lives
A construction smile
A whistling wolf
Falls upon a hooded ear
No longer here
A view everywhere
Perhaps the sun is over
Over trees and under the sheets
They made themselves
And wrapped up in
They made themselves
And wrapped up in
A surprise is heard
The harness cracks
They move the herd
They move the herd
An autumn will
A memory
Of someone asleep
In a light illuminates
A mistake
A snake
In sheep's clothing
No eyes in mines
Where happiness winds
Blowing kisses in the dark
Blustering
Dust on sandcastles
Dust on sandcastles
No water runs here
Tapping on
Every window holds a widow
Black and murdering a headless husband
Horses hooving hoovering housewife
Cleaning
Panes looking out onto plains
Planes falling growing pains
Mistaken less must take less
Less taken missed less
On learning
Running
Running
Trains on stockings
Ladders climbing tights
Snakes rising
A tin
Drum upon
A wall seems
Louder when
The door is closed
Trembling hands
Place storms
On the sheets
Walls with oars on
Orsen welles
War of the world's
Hg wells
Well well well
Oars in wells
All's well that ends
Well?
All wars end
Well?
All wars end
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