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Poetry, poetry

No. 3281

Man, Yer…Forget it. By CpSingleton © 2017

They say it’s good shit.

I spread my arms,

Filling my sizzling mind

With resounding, 

Beautiful thought constructs.

Feeling them buzzing 

Along nerve endings as if

A vast population of

Friendly dancing bees are

Doing the conga under my skin.

 —

Each idea spawns 

Another and another.

Like water being 

Dribbled on to quivering Gizmo.

I know, though, that 

My newly birthed 

Balls of fur are like steam:

If not absorbed immediately 

They will float away to

Break

          up

in the 

slightest

              breeze.

I catch one with both hands;

Listening to its tender song

Between my closed fingers.

It must be written down.

I must narrate its 

Wondrous journey

Across the ether,

To my hands.

I grab my phone to write,

Taking too long to fumble 

Through the welcome screen and

Various pointless apps.

Too too three four long.

At last, the notes app opens

With silent demand,

Like an irritable father 

Being pulled from his

Sunday Mirror, by

A child who only wants to 

Play.

After I begin to record 

The very first words of

The piece that will 

Change the fabric of 

Future humanity: 

The fog of another hand

Points out what may be 

A bright new star in 

My peripheral vision;

Or could as easily be

A smudge on the floor tile

Left be a careless shoe.

Whatever it may be,

When I turn to finish 

Preparing on the 

Starting blocks 

Of my very 

Recent 

Dive

Into 

The innermost soul, 

I find, with a frown,

That I’ve lost interest.

The philosopher is.

Shipwrecked.

His Wilson is out to sea.

The new notions are

Drowning in the

White horses of his

Foaming insecurities.

I light another cigarette and

Turn back to the smudge.

It’s good shit, isn’t it? 

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About Chris42

I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.

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