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SQUID Aug 2017
A "happy" sleeplessness.
Fresh sun on your skin,
Daydream shadows,
Blight careworn woe.
SQUID Aug 2017
This/ you/  we/ could go in
Any direction.
But... I hope you'll/...
We'll -- write a song!
not the best but the sentiment's there! I like to express the clunkiness that is in interactions/ communication/ hopes/ ambitions too.
Art
SQUID Aug 2017
Art
Art is just a way for
some - to organise
our thoughts and to
deliver them.
SQUID Aug 2017
Ideas caress my mind
warm sun, old red bricks
words sprout and lift
petals, blue wings..
SQUID Aug 2017
Now I miss my painting.
Hologram lizards
Delectful trees
Green tomatoes.
While everyone was away, I decided to go for it and rip down my old art. I'd just been to the Royal Academy Art Summer Show and absorbed near 1000 pieces of art so I wanted to move on. Then someone emailed to ask to buy it. That painting had been on the wall since I was at school, about 19 years.   Irritating me. Why now? Yes - life IS that strange. I think it was a test.

I could try sellotaping it back together.
SQUID Aug 2017
Inflatable bride march,
Plastic enormous,
Stoical hens,
Mystery "pleasures".
SQUID Aug 2017
Mauve fantasist of walls
Seeks "clarity" as
loud concrete lies
rupture his skin.
SQUID Aug 2017
Let breath slow dissolve
A tablet of ink
Colourful dreams
Deep -- flow skywards.
SQUID Aug 2017
Didn't sharp my pencil.
Years went by until...
One day, I did,
and .... WHAT A NOISE!!!!
SQUID Aug 2017
The test results are back!
It appears that a:

sack of rice

                       has

replaced your brain.
SQUID Aug 2017
Pencils have voices
some are wheedly.
Others, warm, ripe,
Fruit. For hearing.
SQUID Aug 2017
Old friend says, "Remember?"
Stories of my youth,
Summers flicker,
I reach for me.
SQUID Aug 2017
Some people want to know,
Some people don't and
Some - - - just haven't
quite decided.
SQUID Aug 2017
Sometimes I don't finish
Some things I begin
Somehow, sometimes,
Something ATE it!
SQUID Aug 2017
- Can't work out whose this is.
- I don't know either.
  But if it's yours..
  Dinner's on you.
SQUID Aug 2017
Stuck in the lift again.
- "You're meant to go down."
- "I'm going up!"
- "You're going down."
SQUID Aug 2017
A shortage of women
In power, means those who
reach the Top are
mostly Tories.
SQUID Aug 2017
can't swallow frozen spit
the menu crumbles
no waiter waits
cold salt soup steams
SQUID Aug 2017
Take a BITE from this map,
See where it leads you....
Nowhere places...!
From taste, to taste.
SQUID Aug 2017
Whooping dense coil of glue,
within this still lake,
fibrous **** SITS...................
a trap for fear.
SQUID Aug 2017
Butterfly yellow car
This thought won't go far.
Up it drifts. Up.
furthens, beyond.
SQUID Aug 2017
Tomorrow is BLUE in
Possibilities,
One stretchy beat
P----u-s-h-e-s      o-u-t     w-a-l-l-s.
SQUID Aug 2017
Nervous teeth under ice
Tiny voice repeats
Chattering pins
Seized each warm hair
SQUID Aug 2017
He's back in my bed now.
Snores... draw a forest
in shadows, where
dream flowers bloom.
SQUID Aug 2017
To sleep without old fear
Gnawing at your breath
I wish you sleep,
Sweet innocence.
SQUID Aug 2017
Of all the ways I know,
writing's the fastest,
in head, out mouth,
out hand, out there.

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