Uncertainty, au Heisenberg, explains
why we miss both our lovers and our trains.

Maths concepts are like lego bricks to show
that there is very little we can know.

It has been said that maths and verse don't blend
But infinity will claim us in the end.

Tags: mad, poetry

this is a poem that's not about me
its about the leaves on this autumn tree
flimsily fluttering, yellow and brown
kissed by god's breath and they will fall down
and come to settle on the moist welcome earth
and decompose to mycelium birth

this is a poem that's not about me
its all about whales far out in the sea
who cavort and delight through the endless ocean
their fat sinuosity always in motion
who roam and roll and flick up their tails
and eat baleen. which is yum for the whales

this is a poem that's not about me
its about the black and rich peat earth i see
as i gallop through hills in my motorised horse
i see clear water carving relentless its course
with falls over rocks and the peat showing dark
under green and grey heather, and the sheep make their mark
white on the hillside, more greyish than clean
winter colors in black and white, grey and grey-green

this is a poem that's not about me
its about rats with tails who climb in a tree
and the red ones running off to an isle in defeat
and the grey ones cackling as they see the retreat
callously nicking the acorns and nuts
retiring to brighton in yellow beach huts

this is a poem that's not about me
it's about lovely emma who lives a paris
who's lost her heart to a muppet named zwell
and finds that this loss seems to suit her quite well
it's about Master Nicholas, who knows all the rules
of persuading the stupid to use the right tools
it's about Master Logo, who in Dore celebrates
and writes through the night on geometrical shapes
its about nick and esme and joe - who all three
are cute, witty, cuddly and wholly lovely.

this is a poem that's not about me
its about what's beyond the M23.
 
 
 

Tags: mad, poetry

and this is love? what rot. this is my soul
open and bare and bruised within your hand
it's only you that makes me know i'm whole
and in your blessed strength i'll take my stand

and this is love? what crap. on love i spit
a tidal surge of rage roars in my ears
I knew love once: and here's what came of it
a rift, gap, canyon torn across my years

and this is love. what love! marks on my skin
prove to me that you're here, i am not lost
depict to me the maelstrom that's within
and save me from myself. a petty cost.

and this is love. not what i'd hoped, it's true
but you're my rock, my flesh. and this will do.

Tags: mad, poetry

I wish I were not ignorant
    I wish I were not dumb
I wish my brains had not dissolved
   When I became a mum.
                                                      (that's right, blame the kids!!!)
I wish that I were sexy
    Like Britney *** Spears
But sexy with a bit of nous
    Between the *** ears
                                                  (she's not been too sexy recently, 
                            of course, but Kylie didn't rhyme with anything)
I wish that I were brainy
    And had a PhD
I wish for lots of real hits
   When someone googles me
                                              (although my namesakes are very
                                                                                     entertaining)
I wish that I had something
    Something that I could see
To help me grasp the reasons
    Why you make love to me

I wish I had the wisdom
   To walk along this line
Improbabilities abound
   And grecian gods are mine.
                                                                        (it does scan really)   

Tags: green eyed, mad, poetry
Current Mood: melancholy

I went down to the sea today
The lonely sea and the sky
The water like leather, wrinkled and grey
Like volcanic weather, heaving and fey
And borne along, my fragile I.

I went down to the sea today
The lonely sea and the sky
And all I need is a rowing boat
And some oars to row me away
They rowed away in a sieve, they did
The Jumblies rowed away and hid
On the wrinkled leathery sea so grey
Enormous waves carried them away
Never again did they see the Dong
Pursuing them stupidly all day long
Irksomely, annoyingly, persistently wrong
And now on the sea bed they lay.

I went down the sea today
The damned cold sea and the sky
Swam out in the water a little way
And caught a cold, now I'll die.

Tags: edward lear, mad, poetry, sea, swimming
Current Mood: drunk