Substance Over Style by Godfrey Bletch

Yellow stained tears
Fall down your rose scratched chin
Into a mirrored pool on the formica.

Limes and ginger abound in your charming kitchen,
Sweaty puss and lamplit drug addled youth
Scrape at the chrome furnishings.

There you stand in your dressing gown
Drinking the infusion
Imagining the hay loft and the three gargoyle abbey.

Simon P slams the think tank door
Heads for the local argument
Driving while drunk, vapour released and minted.

Cold, so cold
In Draylon and gauze underwear
Lying in the forget-me-not and cowslip parsley meadow bed

A house is a house
A dream is not built, but remains a dream
Shafts of light intersect the dust in a glittering inhaler display

So, lemon women
The spark plug is replaced
A gigglebit of memories slotted in next to the 'doing' card.

What now and where with all ?
Down into the showering rain
For a skip in the mudlight brown, wet earth

Au Revoir
Goodbye, well done
For scratching out the hole with a teaspoon, you have done well.

Scumbag and Humbug! by Godfery Bletch

The blood boils
Face reddens
Kettle head and whistle blow
Lids rattle and roll,
Scumbag Humbug !
Old man temper bubbles with disbelief.

Redder and redder
Incredulous foaming mouth.
Vicar teeth plus yellow ochre
Sure to burst and weaken slow
Death's last laugh at the angry codger.
Scumbag humbug !

In the slow of the slowing afternoon
When the nap siesta folds
The furrowed brow of the angry man
The breathing slows with curtain drawn
And dreams of god knows what transport
The tired head to rest
With anger postponed for a breath.

Locked away in the deepest hole
Is the key of the secret thought
That holds the frame
Of this stooped
Perspiring human
Upright to an extent.
This is all a blustering act
To keep the spiders and their cobwebs of doom
From weaving their tacky nests
All over the weasly body
Of the old man.
Scumbag humbug !

Esther by Fester Bryan

Esther, shall we go out ?
To the store to buy the paw paw ?
Or would you rather
Stay in and lather
Me ?

Esther, you sit so quiet
Reading your obscene zine
I wish you'd show some zing
For a finer thing
Like Me

FB 2006

Lazy Days by Lauren Beziers

The sun shines outside
Its knowing it that counts
Stillness with a hint of breeze
Here, inside the uplifting gloom

Just walking from room to room
Nothing at all to do;
Empy headed, vacant dreamer
Enjoying these lazy days

LB May 2006

A Single Point by Fester Bryan

In the black hole my chest is squeezed
My ribs are squashed and a skeleton am I
Reading about Custer's Last Stand
Humming "Hiawatha didn't bother too much"

The Black Hole compresses me further into a singularity
A singularly small singularity
Where there is room only for one thought
I must be almighty
If I am at this single point
And alive to tell the tale

And so the Universe decides to contract and fall in on me
To muscle in on my single point
And the rush is quite impolite
But being at the centre of things is the place to be
And I'm sure the outcome will be pretty interesting

Smack out
Back out
Boom Bang Bust
Now there's a long wait for my dusty entrails to reform

Which Way by Lauren Beziers

Which way ?
Which way ?
Which way to go to the other side of town ?
Which way ?
Which way ?
Which way to go to the river
On the wrong side of the track ?
Which way to the shooting ?
Which way to the death camp ?
Which way to the almighty oblivion shop ?
Which way to the old freight train ?
I want to hop on the old freight train
I want to travel with cows
Which way to the train with cows ?
Where are the cows ?
Why are there no cows ?
Who told me there would be cows in the old freight train ?

LB 2006

Slime by Godfrey Bletch

Green was the slime that covered my legs
As I tramped through the Forest of Dean
Then even more slime covered by back
At Silverstone being too keen

The worst slime that ever appeared on my body
Was in the Ardeche in a gorge at half past two
Behind a bush I innocently walked
Into someones makeshift loo