Tag Archives: Nineties
Haiku #681
Haiku a Shmyku In it was everybody A nineties birthday
One Liners
‘Fire a harpoon into the past…’ She was beautiful… I’ve got to get out of here… No time like the present… Or the past… ‘Fire a harpoon into the past…’ I should like that… I do like that.. Fire a harpoon into the past Faces, faces, I’m coming last (coming at last) I’m coming at last… I’mContinue reading “One Liners”
Haiku #288
Bring back the Nineties The party was not long ’nuff For loser’s like me
Choose Life
Choose life…choose sofas, choose bleeping microwave ovens, choose doilies and straw-men. Choose Radio 2, whiskey and spiced rum drink. Choose writing, art and creativity. Choose architecture with a capital A, Choose McDonald’s, Choose Subway, Choose Marks and Spencers. Choose Dell Computers. Choose a gingerbread man, Choose a tablet and smartphone. Choose Big Screen Greek Weddings,Continue reading “Choose Life”
The Itch
I had to scratch my itch again It’s like I have just got hands and know where to go to get that feeling that isn’t sexual but isn’t entirely neutral nor mechanical, nor subliminal It’s my itchy fingers on a keyboard words on the screen, maybe the big, big screen One day… Until then I will dream andContinue reading “The Itch”
Nineties Music Zone!
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Destiny
I was hungry so I went to the shop and bought some biscuits, ones that are good for dunkin’. I rummaged in my pocket to see what change I had. All I could see were two fifty pees with the Three Lions on them. This was almost as far back as 1993. Still I hadContinue reading “Destiny”
Off the sea
I can hear the waves rushing in off the sea I don’t know but to me this is poetry Its like everyone is here from 1993 In the air is a poem carrying some psyence fiction and in my throat a sound, like a moan but more guttural like a gorilla Children of the age fromContinue reading “Off the sea”
Whigfield Was Right
Longpigs, She Said Stone Roses, Second Coming U2 Zooropa Radiohead – The Bends FYC – The raw and the cooked. etc. Whigfield Was Right Up amongst the high notes In a pink halter top top Dance Oriented Pop Emotions and ambition With a Synth and A Drum Machine Baby Baby Baby, Cry, Cry Cry Metallica -RideContinue reading “Whigfield Was Right”
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 