it was a storm and darkfully night

9 Sep



norms tub as mexico quakes

20 Sep

the plumbers said they’d be around tomorrow and apply epoxy resin which smells like shyte


15 Sep


Holmstrup 0830 15th Sept 2017

After the eclipse

22 Aug

woke in bed earphones on listening to some old liam chomsky tape, about how trump bombed syria and afghanistan something about the mother of all bombs and gas attack. well maybe that was last year. Then cloths in hand I headed for the bathroom, bumbed me elbow on the neighbours shower cabin wall, took out the rubbish , skact blocked, sprayed perfume behind my hallway door, went to the kitchen, looked like something one should leave in the toilet.

So far so good.

Jumped out of bed convinced last nights typing had made sense. We were watching a filim about 1973 chile made in 2004. apparently it got rave reviews at the time. Half the world away irak was invaded and afghanistan still in flames and arab spring only a twincle on some maurutanian guano coast. Wall street crashed and they are still scratching their heads.

1973 i left home, me dad said ye may as well , nothing here for ye son. I’ve always been hard headed. So I joined the brits, RAF not rød armi fraction, ended up in denmark via london and west germany, with a side step to aussie in the 80s. By the time youcoslavia fell and the hutzi and tutzi finished off the congo wars. The chain had fallen off of my bicycle and with two kids in tow I’d began to count meself lucky I’d out lived jesus

By the time I’d out lived mohamad I was on an early state pension, only 93% mind you so don’t get jelous. We will all be in the same boat when we see old age. Or rather if. Trump is imploding. Rudderless ship of state lost its’ manifest designation. China is rising and those russians, those russians and those damm indians.

In brazilian amzon rainforest an area the size of denmark is slated for bio fuel, while on the mediterainian coast they are fighting off chicargo stock exchange food prices. The poles are melting, the himalain highlands are washing bangladeshi on the road to mandalay. Meanwhile here on sunday it seems like another nice day


knew it by heart then

21 Jul

it was the crewlest thing, wrote 19 pages, and i reply with quotes. i must have been heartlest.

kind of gray november day washes away ….

latice bench contain no gypsy or lady irish author


i was such a bolic….  don’t know…  faded ‘photo dwell tween sheeen rialway trax


it was the most grotesque


heart forgive me


Not the One – Al Stewart |Lyrics|

no flute playing onboad pls

18 Jul

he’d sailed her single handed across the atlantic. But that danish summer , jutlands east coast out of Hou, ye can see Tunø By. with navigation light hoisted. ( a fate acomplished by the simple expediency of five drunken musicians hauling the capt up the flagpole ) The flute player jixed the ship. Storm set in and they circled the island. Finally first landing. When the red ferryboatman shook capts hand and thanked the light he’d followed.

Being sunday, no shops in sight, a kindly island farmer proffered supplies free.


note to self:  to be continued

what was it I was going to say

16 Jul

The other day, me daughter Anne was talking about the atmosphere around the old goods railways station. But I din’t realize she meant the people her generation. Her first after school job at 14yrs was serving beer in the bowling hall. I did pick her up afterwards, the first few nights. But I suppose I was a bad dad as was mine before me.

I was going on and on about a one eyed neighbours ex husbond, whom I’m sure she did’nt even know the exsistence of. He’d gotten cheap cheap apartment there because he worked for the then state railway. Everybody worked for what is now called ‘the public sector’ then. Think if ye hung around long enough, they’d give ye a uniform to wear.

We’d queue-up every week in order to get cash unenployment insurance. The desk pope and shop steward wore both suspenders and belt and always had a crate of beer behind there. Four greenlands would arrive by taxi an curse the fish seller before hanging on the inside metal rails, laughing at the rules and us all pretending we wanted to work.

I could fill a book with over heard conversation there. The employment office itself was futher up the tracks in the light industry warehouse quarter. I could fill another book with the shinanigans there too. But the point I wanted to make was, Well I suppose, it just goes to show, ye can never see the world through other generations eyes



12 Jul

my fingers have eyes,  pluck berry since age twelve.  long finger eyes.. my toes went all the way feeling river bed rock. The cool desert billabong and cock-a-doo bird shyte n blow flys. Why was city matriculated estate agent here !

That night at the campfire

We were all lost souls in Abbo Territory. I sat on the floor and asked the table

Is this constructive distructivism ???

I ask ye

I reached over first floor altan terris, plastic honey bear bowl in one hand. aon the other Rasberry

July 11th 2017