Effigy

Thinks about a life change
But cannot get a mind change.

Thinks about the good day
Can't forget the bad day.

Thinks about a nice way
But always does the naughty way.

Forgets about the life change
Keeps going on without a trace.

It is a door to a place

And why all the questions
I broke the passing of time.

But for my heart
You didn't love me.

You say you care
But what is a far away stare
I know all these questions.

I hear them
When they needn't be heard.
Fire in my ears
Like a siren.

I opened the door
To a place.

Good Luck, Sparrow

Blonde, I was after the beep
Brown, towards the end.
Sateen, diamonds
Before I knew the bend.

Dear No One

Strange to not have a mother
Just to see her in its emptiness.

Strange to see all the effigies
All the dust piled into those
tombs.

Strange to never see her again
Like she doesn't exist,
To me.

Light, to see the world
Sun, to see the light
World, to see the day
That was missing
When she was there
Overshadowing,
My life.

Model

A model
Is an
Example.
My face
Is not a
Photo.
Your click
Is not a
Boom or Flash.
A model
Is a
Perfection.

Reincheque of Paris

Let's just end it
On a rein cheque
And we could spend it
Go to Paris.

Flying First Class
Or the PJ
Stay in Montmarte
Or Champs-Elysees.

My baby doesn't come out
To play.

Perforated

Just to wear
Another bikini
Bottom.

Just to feel
Another bare
Back.

Just to fake
Another French
Kiss.

Just to wear
Another tiny
Piece.

Just to feel
Another rub
Down.

Just to fake
Another sleeveless
Heart.

Just to pass
Another dirty
Dollar.

Just to feel
Another day
In the sunshine.

Without my life
In my hands.
Or my hand
On my heart.

Reading Back

I find your name
And my heart dies
For days.

I see your spirit
And my soul fires
In flames.

I will keep my battle
Against civilian
I tackle.

Your mane
My face
His lies.

Friend or foe
How should I know?

Just to see
Another me.

Gone around

The break I snapped
The flight I flapped

And all because of you
I picked up a chance.

The Chance's Flu.

Ripe or Raw

Time to tell
Gelling well
Fine to keep
Your side, part.

But, How do we know?

It is custom for everybody to stop eating when the Queen has finished her meal.

They Fool

Don't be damned
By men who scram
They try so little
And you try so hard.

Don't be ratted
Your heart ain't tatte'd
By a man who don't
Love you a'more.

They fool you into finding
A piece that you could hold
They fool you into clenching
Like your future now unfold.

Ironing and darning socks
For a sleaze and mighty drat.
You ne'er liked a man that way
But he fool'd you into that.

Save yourself, Miss pretty
Save yourself the ache
For someone who don't do much bad
And you be kind to take.

The Trouble with being Agreeable

Boasting isn't the term I wanted. Congratulating is merely the tie-in.

Well, I figured out the type. And, well, they're me alright. Me right to the word, of course not. The three magic words.
They should never be said, of course not. They lead to many unscripted but rewritten passages, too many to take note of them all.
If simply by calendar. That would be easier, wouldn't it?

Easier to take me by the hand and buy an ice cream, than to walk into your house and say Hullo. Shall we have dinner at eight, dining in? Of course not, we'll go out.
Take my hand in Paris, but not in your town. It's just not right. You know I could convince myself of anything. Love, in fact.
Vanilla, of course. Strawberry, of course not.
Going on strong and going on in a hurry are two separate things. Hurry? Of course not, I say.
That only confuses things, because of course I'm in a hurry. Rushing to get to the door and to see you and say, good bye.
On to the next day, the next month, of course.

For now.

You couldn't think of another thing that rhymes with time, so you just gave up.
Well, I say, my fair distinguished exeunt of honour, let's begin at the start. Where it all began.
We can erase from there. You never again have to include yourself in my delusions again, you hear.
Now, you say. Now, ain't that a treat.
Fairly right, yes, right indeed.

Marie of Marais, Roses they say

Marie of Marais
Found any which way
To sew through the hem
And spot on the buttons.

For a dress at the ball
Was the turn to her fall
Leaves her no beauty
In the envy of scorn.

Balanced them both
With a third more to count
She knew less than plenty
When there wasn't a doubt.

Her type was too shrewd
To fire her feud
Jealous upheaval
In the gait of her whim.

Maths in the head
A sum of the heart
Came none for her morrow
But ever did start.

Marie of Marais
Came off that way
Wind in her dress
Her hair such a mess.

With a twirl of her curl
And a twist of his tail
Made her promise to keep
His bye gone betrayal.

Marie of Marais
Better off than, say
A wife of a suit
Or a beauty of the day.

Clouds

Anyone is glamourous if you don't live with them

Comma

Listen
Here
Mister,

If I put a pound in your pocket
Would you buy the pretty locket?

In the window of my dreams
Sciapparelli doesn't scream
Diamonds pass us by
From the corner of the eye.

Duck
For
Cover,

Boy, I saved you good
Like all the times you say you would,

Jump
To
Save
Me.

Be a gentleman, at best
Light the fire for the rest.
We don't need trouble, you
Just get over how you do.

Darling, Forget It

A lady doesn't show the world or any particular caller
That she is a mess of hormones and bad medicine.

Instead of contacting soon to be adversaries, try these ideas:
1. Stand on your head for seven hours. Drains all the blood from your limbs, which are connected to fingers that type nasty silly anecdotes.
2. Run on ice. It works to eradicate whatever is going on in your head.
3. Jump out of a plane. That will take up a few hours you would have used to contact anyone. And will scare you half to death.
4. Take driving lessons in the snow. The slush will really make you think, what's important now?

All though the above seem like fool proof measures to avoid contacting anyone during times of potential irrational behavior, a lady will turn off her mobile phone and put it into the freezer for three days. If she is frantic on the keyboard, she will also send it to the Apple store for Software updates and not collect it for three days.

A lady is in all of us, she just has to learn how to shove the witch's head in the oven before it lets you eat the walls.
Metaphorical, of course your life isn't Gingerbread. But the witch is PMS.

Bandit in a Brassiere

Diabolical
Deviation.

The Worst

Words are always being said.

Forgive them aplenty
If you wish they be empty.

Marie of Marais

Marie of Marais
Was never that way
The wind swept her by
Calabrian skies.

Her hair in the sun
Bird's tune in her hum
A letter in hand
Shells in the sand.

A poem
A hoot
A night owl
To boot.

A tickle
A fancy
A modern girl
Sandy.

Dressed for the ball
And the man very tall.
Has the power to call
But writes on the wall.

Hair cut so short
So she wouldn't get caught.
Man's laugh in her head
Like he wanted her dead.

The twirl of her hair
The Empress her best
The dance of those shoes
She never wore blue.

Lost in the red
The puzzle it said
The rogue she may dream
Fares a lonely heart scheme.

Marie look away.
She never did say
The kisses were blown
From her lover, her thorn,
Her only life's scorn.

Marie of Marais
Was always that way.
Weak to a dagger
And the touch of his hand,
When he presses it to her
She does how but stand.

In his way
Was his strife
Her green hills
His rhyming with life.

The poetry stayed
But his love for her swayed
From treetop to mountain
And floodgate to ocean.

And there she drowned
On that cold Springtime day
Bloodlet and water
Heart open for slaughter.

Marie of Marais
Whatever they say
A ghost from the past
Will let in the draft.

Penn and Blake

Does my soul stay
When I don't look the same?
Is it my turn to say
Red velvet reminds me
Of the Plague.

Old fashioned
Country town
Windy rocky road
Where does it go?

Trees gather leaves
And lupins blossom
After storms

Forty nights
In a treasure cave
Film stars
Canvases
Blank when they
Never change.

A Point of Inequity, and other points

Unused opposites, their eligibility is yet to be determined:

Gusting dis - positively delicious
Illusioned dis - having the right picture in mind
Couraged dis - having less than encouragement but more than discouragement. Not wavered.
Embowel dis - surgeons use only
Laborate el - not expanded upon
Luding de - somewhat appropriate here
Crimination dis - racism and politically incorrectness
Personate - not pretending to be anyone

Words we could start to use:
Emwrite - to write in a book, something with closing pages/covers. Literary (embed)
Inpersonate - stop pretending to be someone else
Disreason - take reasons away, to unjustify, disproving a point
Unpour - undo what is physically impossible to undo, by way of antigravity.

Nouns verbs adjectives that don't make sense:
Wash unwashed - unwash is not a verb or an adjective
Like saying unpour me a glass of water.
Clean uncleaned - unclean is an adjective not a verb. I uncleaned the house on the weekend.
Grossed is not the opposite of or derivative of engrossed, so could it become a disused opposite?
Embed is an extension of to bed.
Please, Timothy go embed, Now!

Leaves

Spring savours Winter's flavours
Crisp cold chill
Bite to blister.

Notes for Womanhood

1. A woman rarely marries her lover. If she does, she is disillusioned.

2. Men exclusive of her marriage are not chosen lovers, unless she is married. They can be selected and discarded at whim.

3. Boyfriends are not lovers. They are relationships stifling a woman from marriage and the collection of lovers.

4. Women should not publicise themselves daily. When a woman is in public, she should be at her best, made-up and she should enjoy herself. And make an expense about it.

5. A woman is not to wonder about aimlessly, loitering or meandering streets.

6. On the days away from the public, a woman should be productive: Work, cook, read and be creative.

Carafe

Two strange ladies
Waiting in line
Order one Prosecco
Frizzled sweet white wine.

Ladies, are they strange
If of them are two?
One stands by
The other in a queue.

One odd girl
Watches as two wait
Piccolo of bubbles
Disgusting to the taste.

Under the Tree

You only love me when I'm not having your baby.

Stick

If you want a cliche response
Give me a double entendre
If you like a static taboo
Give me something
Hold on to

Foreigner

A post for the wise
A letter to the daft
Nothing in remise
Wasn't that a craft?

Create a domicile
Dominatrix style
Absolute remorse
Nothing that reclines.

Serve a patron
With both arms
Force a lover
Too.

Don't take no
But have it all
Qu'est ce que c'est,
Mon Dieu?

Secret Society of the Fittest

Did you know there is a group of people who gather,
They laugh at everyone else, because no one is as fit as they?

Nobody knows
That Tim can touch his toes.
Nobody dares
To disturb David when he stares.
Never has a no one
Knocked on Neville's door.
But we always try to notice
Andy on the floor.

These fit people, fit fit people.
Who are they to judge?
The rest of us who slave away
When blubber doesn't budge?

These taught people, these tamed toned people.
Who are they to nudge?
At my side, my dark dark side
When here's my chocolate fudge.

Back

The girl in the ditch
And her old world is spinning 'round
The eyes in her head
Are only used to detect.

The girl is on a bench
Her old world is circling around
Sweetly as a dream
To look at her down.

The girl out of town
Her old world behind her now
Sour like bad cream
Rough like cheap stones
Empty like her heart
And all those before her.

Au revoir, le feu

Blend the noises with the silence
Give me sullen hum
Are we awoken, naked, broken
Was that a distant drum?

Get me used to this abuse
I'll enjoy it one day, one.
Endure, forgiveness
You're my witness
Sweat, he follows
Run.

Internets

Such was this
Oh was that
Find me tits
I love tats
Show me piercings
Tickle my fancies
All of my checkboxes
And colour my hair.

Don't forget carnations
Roses can be spared
Lilies are hard done by
When the market isn't near.

Can we go to dance
And could we sleep til noon
Follow my heart slowly
And we will marry soon.

Duet

Elementary, that is dear
You've been tricked
Again.

Such long Tom Foolery.
But, ask
Was it you or was it him?

Ask not he
And ask not why.

For it's the first lesson
Perhaps you missed?

For I could say
Right to the day
There's nothing sentimental
About your meeting him.

It's another Harry
Just another Dick
Or was he Tom.

Just don't make the mistake
Again.

Departee

Boxes to fit a hole in
Air to blow your love through.

Song Found

She picks you to pieces
The damage that you done.
Everytime you lost, boy
Was when you thought you won.

Simon says don't look at me
When Sally sits and stares.
Maybe if he turned around
Sally doesn't care.

But everytime she figures out
He puts back all the doubt.
Hopeless hounds with nothing found
What doth say without a sound?

Remember for
Forget against.
Paint your wall
But not in haste.

Lost Song

I'm sure it was about picking up pieces.
Sally was there.
Simon was saying something.
The blues played
And my shoes were off.

It was an entendre of sorts.
Sally inserted.
To pick up the parts?
Pick it apart?
Pickle the pears?

Single Sally sat with sitting spiders?
Sad sad Sally sought some seedy sailors?
Simple Simon seduced Sally in a silo.
So saying such says
Simon should ship slippery slopes
not sink sick ships.

When in doubt
Use alliteration, I say.
So it's doubt.
Avoid the double aye.

So, the song must go
Something like such:

Day breaks dawn
And the show goes
Awn
Sally's by your side
But which when you so empty.

It's no question when you awn
But something's go in wrong
When I can't say
What I mean to say
And I can't know
What I think I know.

Sally, take your place now grrl.
One step's wrong.
At the start of the song.

Cut. Cut. It's not the song.

Spider Song

I wanna go where the Summers are green
And the Winters are blue.

Tell me the name of this place and I'll go
Where the Dahlias are in bloom.

I looked for you
I searched for you
I watched and I waited
I went and I'm grateful
To you.

I wanna see what the sun finds in trees
And going away from fields and the leaves.

I wanna know where you are when
The moon breaks my heart.

Someone to Trust

Who is lying
Who is faking
Who is fighting
Who is flaking
Who is trying
To make sentences
From words
They can't even remember
The spelling.

Who is lying
Who is telling
Who is saying
Who is selling
Who is trying
To make rhyme
From words
They don't pronounce
In the ending.

Who is lying
Who is waving
Who is forcing
Who is paving
Who is trying
To make songs
From letters
Of an alphabet
That doesn't exist.

It never happened you say.
What if they prove
I have validation.
You pay.
Knowing what you did.
Fighting in your head
Lying to your mind
You go crazy
Knowing you have shadows
Following your shoulder.
Knock you over like a boulder
Those thoughts of yours.

You should have just said sorry.
Sorry what you did.

But you want the slow road to personal hell.
Because there's no one you can tell.

Some to be All

The like to be warm
The want to be away
The thought to sleep
The need to dream.

Water in a tea cup
Roses in a well
Thorns snapped off a stem
Books you couldn't sell.

Any day now
I could be free
Available and laissez faire
Do anything I dare.

That end is nigh
Then time will fly
The day has sunrise started.


P.S.
It's not you gone
It's not me finished
It's you out of mind
And me just beginning.

Yes?

If you want me
Take me out
Just dance
Don't scream and shout
At the waiter
With his eyes
On me.

Hold my waist
And then
Twist me 'bout
Again
Don't waste our night
On playing games.

Hiljaa

Just because I talk
It doesn't mean I communicate.
All the words are jargon
To my own lexicon
And a fabrication
Less to my imagination than of it.

Brains are a funny thing
When they don't work
You can understand more
When they are too fast
You have to blink so much
To take make believe photos
Of things you don't need to see.

Quiet, now
Now I can hear you.

Pop, Prego

It might take
Two hands to move a mountain.

It may take
Two years to sail this ship,
Across a water.

The tides cease
At the shoreline.
But I won't seize
Day past time.

See you
Seeing me
Across a water.

1989

Joulukuu

Lead on Jet Lag

Not behind
In front.

Not beside
Or next to.

Steps on two
Are waiting for
The world to catch.

Up on top
Below the cloud.

Waking before the sun.

Tourism Boards

Miss
A man
He points
To you like this
Through the window

He watches you
You know him?

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