Light-lidded sleep eludes me. Last night’s sleep was angry. I was shouting, shouting at the Black Dog; shouting at the Black Dog for making up lies. In the morning, I saw that the canine teeth were just the yellow, brown-stained fangs of an unbrushed-tyrannical humanoid. A man not a man; an invention, programmed to clingContinue reading “Black Dog v Tulip Dance”
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House on the Hill
House on the hill stands three storeys proud, aloof and haughty, ignoring its lowly neighbours of two storeys, and pretending that its three storey copies are just shadows of itself, lurking, awaiting an invitation into existence – an invitation that is no more than mere fantasy. House on the hill is aware that it, too,Continue reading “House on the Hill”
Falling Through
‘Teddy’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com Was anyone looking when I fell through my brain, fell out of the bottom and down my throat into my stomach? Did anyone help when I tried to climb back up and away from the swirling quagmire but fell back down? Will anyone know that I am still here standing,Continue reading “Falling Through”
Longings
{John Clare had a lot to answer for, when he wrote ‘I am’.} Image courtesy of Pixabay.com (creative commons) I long for scenes where sweet goods tread A place where I can stop and stare A place to eat my chocolate spread, to pick and choose from all the fare. I long for scenes where tyrantsContinue reading “Longings”
A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong
{Insanity given sanction by a reading of Edwards Lear’s poem ‘The Dong with a Luminous Nose’.} ‘Spheres’ image from Pixabay.com When my body does shake and my mish-mash goes pong Under the boxes of ticks and the strain, I take to the pen and I scribble all day ’bout the thoughts that take over myContinue reading “A Bod with a Mish-Mash that’s Wrong”
Shards of Prado
‘Shards’ by Jay Cool Inspired by tea at Prado Lounge. Hours spent at Prado Lounge, with a one-cup pot of tea. To write out angst in a café full of strangers. Strangers who strangle my words with talk of Facebook, overdrafts and specials. I sharpen my pencil for shards of wood that crisp into fansContinue reading “Shards of Prado”
Protocol Prison
Inspired by a portrait on display at a Prado Lounge Café Bar. Portrait in Prado Lounge Café Bar (artist unknown to author) Marbled fingers, pen in hand, barely gripped – just placed to sign. With inkless nib. Hands not his own – dummy’s hands, Top Shop hands. Wrists detached, concealed by golden-wrist watch. Arms thatContinue reading “Protocol Prison”
This Moment
Writing myself better. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sept 2018
Portrait of a Redhead in Blue
(Inspired by a portrait on display at ‘Prada Lounge Café Bar, Sudbury.) Red on white. Orange-red perched on porcelain-white skin. Smooth-ceramic ice. Skin sloping down shoulders to deep blue. Translucent taffeta, wrapped around, hugging, enclosing. Bony elbows made soft. Melted, merged into blue paint. Watery colours, dark oceans, waves enveloping a cold, empty portrait. Head,Continue reading “Portrait of a Redhead in Blue”
Recovery
Messy head. Self-doubts prodding in. Remnants of reason pushing them out. As they persist with prodding. Piercing. Prying and twisting. Distorting. Keep walking. Stop thinking. Keep pacing. Paced? Pause. Pencil. Pad. Coffee. Pit it. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, Sept 2018
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