30 days in June

• 2011-06-30

  No code

  There is no code or secret pet name.
  But when I say forever, I mean you.
  Don’t need a special language to say I’m aflame.
  There is no code or secret pet name.
  Why hide what I want to declaim
  in a tongue that might go askew?
  There is no code or secret pet name.
  But when I say forever, I mean you.

• 2011-06-29

  

  Mushroom manifesto

  We are cacophonous,
  euphonious. 
  A symphony.

  We’ll bring you high,
  from our low. Watch the
  symptoms.

  We are a riot,
  delightful.
  A speciality.

• 2011-06-28

  Frames

  Staring into more sash windows,
  surrounded by London Red bricks;
  a mausoleum of them.

  I can’t see the person I know
  is staring back at me.

  (Source: morningporch.com)

• 2011-06-27

  Why you should read PG Wodehouse

  Need to be thrown out of your funk?
  Visit the Pelham Mission Hall.
  Especially if your optimism’s sunk
  and you need to be thrown out of your funk.
  Good old Wodehouse isn’t just junk;
  instead the tonic that always cures all.
  Need to be thrown out of your funk?
  Visit the Pelham Mission Hall.

  (Source: Wikipedia)

• 2011-06-26

  Dear Niccolò

  I’d like to ask Machiavelli
  if he’d like to disown The Prince.
  Abjure the sneakiness and chicanery;
  that’s what I’d like to ask Machiavelli.
  I mean, isn’t he sick to the belly
  of making men quiver and wince?
  I’d like to ask Machiavelli
  if he’d like to disown The Prince.

  (Source: Wikipedia)

• 2011-06-25

  In small velvet rooms

  floozeberries flaunt
  their jewels
  in nude bags,
  
  to be bargained
  away
  
  for bellinis,
  bittersweet mornings or,
  if they luck well,
  
  a better hereafter.

• 2011-06-24

  Somewhere in the mosh pit

  New experiences and mind expansion?
  I’m only here for the mud, sweat and beers.
  I don’t need any type of blissful distraction,
  new experiences and mind expansion.
  And as for chilled-out catatonic inaction,
  I’m not going to ape my peers.
  New experiences and mind expansion?
  I’m only here for the mud, sweat and beers.

• 2011-06-23

  The joke butt

  It’s so tiring to be the joke butt.
  The girls are giggling again.
  It makes me feel like such a mutt.
  It’s so tiring to be the joke butt.
  I don’t even get a chance to rebut
  the laughter in my own domain.
  It’s so tiring to be the joke butt.
  The girls are giggling again.

• 2011-06-22

  The story of my life

  I saw her.

  Did she see me?

  I don’t know.

  Do you? Do you even care?

  You never did.

  I doubt you will,
  this time.

• 2011-06-21

  What night is

  Hearing Big Ben from the window, not Radio 4.
  The scamper of new paws across floorboards.
  The knowing whine of the Kennington Fox.
  You, breathing, whispering, turning.