After Everything Else:

Mother is in her ‘End of the world’ mood,
And I am late night staggering,
Late,
Late,
Oh shit I’m late again!
It was because of late night drinking from the dog bowl,
The dregs of life with neon bright,
It was because it drew blood when I walked into it,
It was because ‘I dunno’,
It was because I tried but I spent too long,
I try,
I’m Late,
I’m always fucking late!
I fell down when it took a shot at me,
Because that egg and that tomato knocked me down,
With all this it’s hard to coax a step,
AND
My longest shoe laces tightly wound,
Shoegaze,
Why are you late?
Shoegaze,
I…
Dunno,
I’m always the last one to know!
Excuses see me exit the door,
Window,
Hole in the floor,
DON’T LOOK AT THAT CLOCK!
You’ll never make it silly girl!!!
I’m here, but everyone else is spent,
And I’m left wondering where the fuck they went.


This is a picture of the largest cuckoo clock in the world. I need it as my alarm clock.

Pippa XXX

Fifteen Thirty Six

To try and catch a train
The bus delayed again
Static traffic
Birthing mild road rage violence
She sits and weeps
Hears ghosts upon the streets
Deadened seconds
In a car horn silence

At fifteen thirty six theres just no time for you and me
At fifteen thirty six theres no time
Theres no time
Its sleeping in a time void

At fifteen thirty six theres just no time for you and me
At fifteen thirty six theres no time
Theres no time
Its dreaming in a time void

Somewhere beyond the veil
Some thunderous vapour trail
Sold for gold
She cashes in on floating ashes
Blowing along the platform
Debris caught in autumn storm
Squalling, falling
Charon gives passage

Forgotten lines of abstract verse
Unsung and unrehearsed
Flattened patterns
On railway carriages
Oilstains cloud her mouth
Whistleblowing heading south
Void deployed
to ersatz marriages

At fifteen thirty six theres just no time for you and me
At fifteen thirty six theres no time
Theres no time
Its sleeping in a time void

At fifteen thirty six theres just no time for you and me
At fifteen thirty six theres no time
Theres no time
Its dreaming in a time void

J’adore le procrastination
xMx

woes of the 'sans agees' part one

caxton caxton number nine
by Grand Central near the station
lack of ID is a heinous crime
like beer going up with inflation

mado

xx

Bus Voyeur

Bus voyeur sits in red seat
stares at woman weeping in phonebox
gave up walking on pidgeon feet
and feels no sense of remorse
psychosensual universe
pulls flags out of the earth
penny pinching velvet purse
sends spiralling off course
velvet purse
flags
flags
down the bus voyeur
citysaver streets aglow
with rollsroyce symphonetic verse
solostopping traffic flow
cacophony of words
bus voyeur cant fit her knees
titchinspired seats
paradise for four foot five
six feet off the streets
velvet purse
flags
flags down the bus voyeur
with cacophonies of words

mado

My Self Destruct:

My Self Destruct,
Has culminated with an atom bomb
In my belly,
When the button's pressed,
My guts will fly out,
And I will drown in Self-Pity.
My Self Destruct makes like this:
It came to me in a sandwich
One afternoon,
On a friday,
Day steeped in Mayonnaise,
And he said,
"Your thoughts have had enough,
They're filling for divorce,
From your head"
When she said this,
I swallowed it whole,
Dead.

This is an oldie!
Pippa XXX

My Holiday...

My Holiday:

Sometimes I have amnesia,
It’s all rather new to me,
A cognitive holiday,
Where I’m drinking by the sea,
A long vacation,
From my monotonous working life,
And deserved relaxation,
From suffering, pain and strife,
Oh,
I do wonder sometimes,
How I manage to cope,
Plodding along through life,
With barely any hope,
But then I think of my mindful wonderings,
And feel amazingly great,
And I realise life’s too short,
To feel nothing but contempt and hate.

Pippa XXX

An Excess of Phlegm in the Pipes

It was the dripping tap that woke her up. She had slept through the dawn cacophony of seagulls, grinding traffic and the neighbour, hawking up whatever was left of last months plague into the cracked sink on the other side of the wall. It was the regularity of it, drip, drip drip.drip drip drip drip.drip. One off splash or gurgle breaking its beat, dust mites settling on the tabor of a disillusioned drummer. She had a good idea what was making it drip, of course, the thing beneath the bed had been threatening for days, conspiring with the plumbing drown her in several feet of water whilst she slept. She could be dead now, if the drip of it hadn’t woken her up. She had seen it gathering, globules of transparent liquid poised on the hollow end of the tap, not enough tension to plummet into the grimy depths of the plughole, not enough water to make her too concerned, to take the sink in her bare hands and tear it from the wall and smash it on the concrete outside, with the shards scattered on the pavement, crude mosaic, before it drowned her in her sleep. Her terminally malodious neighbour came round and demanded that could she please fix her plumbing because hair and stagnant water was crawling out of his sink like a thing from the depths, he had tried a plunger on it but that had a hole and really, the pipes were on her side of the wall and wasnt it in her contract to maintain them anyway, because it certainly wasnt in his, and quite frankly, it made him want to retch in the morning, the state of that sink. She told him to stick his damn sink up his arse, and who was he to complain to her about goings on on the otherside of the wall. She told him that she would be quite happy to swap with him and he could have her sink, because, quite frankly, she didnt want to live in the same room as a sink and a thing under the bed that were conspiring to drown her in her sleep, and if he wanted to risk having his limbs balloon in the early hours of the morning as they became impregnated with water, then that was up to him, because she certainly didnt, and she would have to take measures. He muttered something about that it wasnt his fault that he hadnt had a job in two years but did that really mean that they really had to put him in what was obviously a halfway house for loonies with an obscure form of hydrophobia and subsequently substandard washing facilities. He said he was quite frankly pissed off and he hadnt had enough sleep because she had woken him up at five in the morning hawking up into her sink just behind his head and thats probably what was causing all the problems in the first place, an excess of phlegm in the pipes.


Mado