Turquoise Monster

A cascade of moments
that may be a life,
a drain,
a drain of resource
pain and thought and me
strung up upon myself

Dreams are for making, not breaking don’t let them decay away, it may seem impossible but you’ll find a way.

Crash bang thump, A noise & what do I see? Little black and whites, staring at me!

1. Take one apathetic, peaceful, book-loving student body intent on learning

2. Tenderise with cuts and broken promises

3. Optionally add agent provocateur/thug type – this speeds the reaction but is not necessary due to using the kettling technique – guaranteed to bring anyone to a slow violent boil

4. Sprinkle in a portion of police – ill-equipped and vulnerable causing the trigger happy reactions that seem justified – adds flavour

5. Leave to simmer with the odd bit of bait/sacrificial target to get the crowd proving

6. Knead in naive youth quick to follow the flow – after it swells to double the size – bash it down

7. Season with paparazzi to bring out the ‘incite to violence for the perfect photo’ flavour

8. Add a match and Voila! The Social Flambe – Riot

9. Garnish by only reporting the juciest politically-approved bits to the general public

10. Serve piping hot and full of bias and lies

I like Autumn best of all,
even if the Americans insist on calling it fall,
I grant you that is what the leaves tend to do,
it is true,
but it is a description
And not the name of a season
lacking the proper diction.

I like Autumn,
an autumnal fall of leaves
if you please,
a cascade of warmth upon the ground,
colours of fire in leaf litter found,
the hedgehog snuffling,
fattening on worms
as he is hibernation bound.

Kite flying and fire lighting,
toasting of marshmallows and golden tinged skies,
not too mention too many apple and blackberry pies.
Pumpkins carved into silly faces
Fire works and three legged races
All the fruit gathered in
The christmas cake already baking in a tin
Frost delicate slivers upon the leaves
Gloves clumsy with keys
But in the house we go
For hot chocolate and spiced coco

I like autumn best of all
though the Americans call it fall.

Yesterday I received through the post the little button badges of one of my illustrations – it is the Mummy Eating Cherry Pie. I am so pleased with them! I gave the girls their badges as soon as they came home from school.

There are a hundred of these and they are for the launch of The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry 🙂 And to just add the icing to the cake yesterday – they themselves arrived! I thought I need to go and pick them up so was really chuffed to get them delivered to my door 🙂

I’ll be sending out the pre-orders at the weekend and shall be finishing off the book marks today!

To say I am excited is an understatement, the girls already have a copy in their room and insisted I read it too them last night 🙂 Mary is actually responding to the poems now which is lovely 🙂

This week has been hard work but amazing! Really amazing.

Firstly I performed at Well Versed in Cheltenham on Wednesday – then Thursday I headed off to college to learn science writing and discovered there are things I am good at (though that whole spelling thing still evades me!).

Then there was the Bristol Comic and Zine faire with pre parties and after parties and some amazing work – I was at college for most of it so only caught the very end of the actual faire but then stole my friends comics to read whilst at dinner with some of the illustrators and co. I really enjoyed the pre-party where people did power points of their books – including a rousing song about S&M and cystic fibrosis which they made the audience take part in. I also doodled badly on the sketch pad put in front of me.

Whilst I was in Bristol the proofs of The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry arrive and so will hopefully be going to full print/press soonly 🙂

Incase you’ve missed what’s going on – I am having a book launch at the end of the month! With goody bags – one offs for the first 100 books. The stickers arrived this week too!

I am now only awaiting the badges and material for the bags. I am making the bookmarks myself 🙂

Anyway my mind feels suitably stretched and I survived college and really hope I can actually take part in the zine fest next year though am sort of glad I didn’t get a stall this year as Alaric would have had to man it whilst I was at college – also I now have more of an idea of which of my work would fit in there!

Plumes and Platforms
And little fluffy skirts
Yellow and Pink
But mainly Pink

Plaited hair
With golden ribbons
Pink patent boots
Higher than the knees

Pink boaters
With ostrich feathers
Tall stately
And faintly ridiculous

Corsets tight
Luminous
Glittering gilt
Ruffles on the plates

Dancing, swirling
Onlookers watch
Not knowing the boredom
Not seeing the people

Spectacle
Impersonal
Something to photograph
Do they mind?
Do you ever ask?

A glass pelvis
Loose at the seams
My own pain apocalypse
Drenched in crises
Drowning in agonies
Each step a razor blade
Cutting into the fabric of me
Miss alined, broken, bent
A pelvic shard
Shatters in muffled screams
Crying in the night
Fragile
Walking burns
Dwindling the memory
Sensation a shade
Of grey nothing
Dampening thought
Punctured, pierced
By electric blue
Fizzing of the tail bone
A primate with glass bones
Can no longer climb trees
Nor hold onto the top branches
To which they once clung
The fruits of life
Are within those branches
Instead
Sitting Pain
Standing PaiN
Sleeping PAiN
Sensation PAIN
Separated Pelvis
Pubis synthesises
Girdle stretched and broke
Aches and daggers
Dragging down
ME
Whining of the glass rim
I do not drink of this misery
Just listen
Pelvis sing
Glass siren lurring
Monsters of the Id
All nasty qualities
Are destorded within

The NHS is in distress
As politicians make it an even bigger mess
Sneaking in private sector competition
Erosion of the health service is their mission
Drs who say, ‘hang on a mo!’
Are told they will have to go
Such cost cutting measures
Will kill this most auspicous of national treasures
Lets hope the politicians stop
Before this nation is left to rot