Pointers for Mortals, Screen Watchers and ‘Deep Readers’

Fragmented, multiple influences, multiple plagiarisms (well heavy nods). See if you can spot them. Or bother reading it at all. Perhaps the most unecessary thing and challenging (i.e. boring) thing I’ve written.

The avant-garde’s forgotten its job is to seduce. What better seduction than that of words?

‘And I’m starting to see how as time gains momentum my choices will narrow and their foreclosures multiply exponentially until I arrive at some point on some branch of all life’s sumptuous branching complexity at which I am finally locked in and stuck on one path and time speeds me through stages of stasis and atrophy and decay until I go down for a third time, all struggle for naught, drowned by time.’

David Foster Wallace, A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again

A peek of rubbing legs

Script software synonyms for:  passionate

Fumbling, arrhythmical

Learned idioms from screens, Being there

Bed sheets, friction

Rewrite your affliction

150ft cruise liner

for the dead, the decrepit

For the  ‘Sellars’


For  Peter, Profits and my agent.


A perverse pride in destroying every relationship

For acclaim

On a barge of amusement

Clarifying literal emotions for those searching for water

In 500 years


No hand behind the glove of Dr Strange Love

‘I didn’t know what sadness really meant when I was young man’

‘I don’t have role models only plagiarisms’ 

A socio-Plathic disinterestedness

A confused buzz in 500 yards

There’s a chapel and undertaker below deck


Silence, stony-faced as default state

‘Could I ever make her laugh?’


An overgrown  golden meadow forecourt

threaded by weeds and speared cans

A grey fingernail on the horizon

To touch down into a terminal of embracing

The heaving breath of being there.

A wet patch between the times and the tides


Wind-up and watch it creak again

and again

and again…


The London Verses No. 3

Don’t ever my mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance and my kindness for weakness’  Unknown


Iconoclastic in Ickenham

As the Bishop is punched straight

(‘This is what happens when corruption perpetuates hate’)

In the face

(‘And touches more than lace’)


Who’s the victim?

What’s the crime?

Some synonyms that rhyme with slime 

Disobedience was always sublime.


Diametrically opposed 

We stood on Platform 8

As the Duke decomposed 

Silent tyranny had militated 

A commuting carriage of newly debilitated. 


Purrs of satisfaction 

900sq foot sauna 

Why mourn her?

Belgravia fakers 

and Nunhead bakers

This Ealing feeling is misery


About as likely as

A Hampstead greasy spoon

Unknown communes

Featureless  warehouses  

Handmade rooms 

Parliament  Hill Fields in Bloom

When her womb resumed 

I presumed  new life 

No, 56 hours of strife 

Of waiting 

Teeth grating

A lone iphone 

In a lone corridor 

And then

There were four more.