calling from here

captured and converted

2009-07-05T06:23:00.000-07:00

not by blind witnesses'

uninvited knocks;

with a lens

brought back to light

from a darked cupboard,

winter's gloom refracted

through retinal disorder

yearning for expression

http://lancastertoday.blogspot.com/

willed to work

2009-06-30T23:33:00.001-07:00

-with a

--well

---worn

----warm smile

-wondering

--whether

---writing

----with her

-----who

------wonders

-------where you are

--------when you've

---------wandered

----------wistfully a

-----------way

------------with

-------------words

-wishing you'd

--write again and

---wondering

----what it takes

to break that block /

-------------------

1969 Dodge

2009-06-24T05:43:00.000-07:00

My dad once pulled a promise

from me. He said

But you'll still speak

at my funeral, won't you?

What can you say to that

kind of question? I mean,

it's not even one you can dodge

at all. Not at all. No way.

cost-of-fatal-bullet

2009-06-23T14:33:00.000-07:00

CNN reports from Tehran:

Parents of those killed

in protest

made to pay

$3,000 "bullet fee"

Opine, opine, opine

2009-06-23T01:06:00.000-07:00

the blogging day -

sick-bag full of it

sycophantic slop

bilious barf

atrocious tripe

piss-poor poet-puke

flush fucking wanky words

down, down, down

Bringing it home

2009-06-22T05:38:00.000-07:00

Three Fiesta doors pressed muffled shut

Like punches wrapped in towelled fist

The dent of gravelly footsteps crunch

Inside boundaries of rhododendron missed

3am provokes each flicked switch

To trail live curses in bleary wake

Not until the bolt rasps back

Does patterned pyjama armour take

- and grasp -

the third of five dull thuds

The Police Service of Northern Ireland say

they are investigating the shooting of

an unarmed man at his home in Shantallow

in the early hours of this morning.

They say his wife witnessed the attack.

In other news...

Mere words,

Penetrating

Neda

2009-06-22T03:19:00.000-07:00

they mourn the voice of Iran

but I heard only silence broken

by anguished screams embracing you

as final pumps pushed red horror

from nose and mouth

Neda, unrushed and acquiescing

you seemed to accept your fate

until your eyes revolting

shot upwards to stare

in terminal complaint

You were courageous and beautiful to the end.

Neda Soltani ( Persian: ندا سلطانی ; born 1982, died 20 June 2009; age 26–27)

This is it

2009-06-22T00:37:00.000-07:00

The day has come

grab the bull by the horns

or else

your life is gone

seeping away

drip by bloody lethargic drip

till you find yourself stretched thin

in one of Heysham's stoney graves

critical naiveté

2009-06-22T00:31:00.000-07:00

critical naiveté

Tokyo Station: Maronouchi Exit '03

2009-06-21T14:52:00.001-07:00

I watch him trickling along
side Mr Self-Important
a balding junior
babbling in sycophantic hops

skips
and jerky
jumps

all toothy smiles and sweaty scrapes
bowing low
as he's casually dismissed without a break in stride

WHO CARES

2009-06-21T13:37:00.000-07:00

your mind races and you write a poem

not understanding the compulsion or caring what others think

not that you are beyond caring more that you are moved to do it in a way you think or feel is real without commas

you know what I mean?

do you care?

like that poem Raymond Carver penned about the dying dog anyway it died and he buried it with his cares

that word again oh dear cropping up like a badly-scripted poem