Monday, July 31, 2017

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 279 (A)

THE FANCIFUL SUNSET THOUGHTS
With the fairies she's away
as the sun begins to lay
and moths await twilight.
A butterfly settles
there on a nettle.
Soon shall come the night.
But with the fairies away
at the close of the day
the girl's mind is alight.

A LAW OF NATURE
Find she's a solicitor
where sure against the law
to solicit.
The judge didn't mind,
he judged her fine,
paid for a bit.
Also to enjoy her
was the girl's lawyer.
Just, isn't it ?!

THE MAN OF OTHER WORLDS
One world ? One mind-set ?
Where'd genius find an outlet ?

SOME ARE MORE AN EQUAL
THAN OTHERS
Some folk 'special' ?
Some folk 'unique' ?
Then where the equality
of which men speak ?


Wednesday, July 26, 2017

fr MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 278 (I)

AN EGG-SHAPED  ZERO ?
The naught is no number,
it's the nothing from which
the very universe
was to hatch.

The naught is the egg
from which the nothing
turned out to be
the everything.

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 278 (H)

RHYME NOR REASON ?
Out the Eternal Now
of a sole Universal Mind
men are born individuals
into a world of Time,
here to seek some reason
and to seek some rhyme ?

THE HEAD HOLES
Where are we heading ?
Back to a so-long-ago cave ?
A hole in the hillside
or a hole that's a grave ?

Monday, July 3, 2017

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 278 (G)

YOU CAN READ THEM LIKE
THEIR MANY BOOKS
They've never been anywhere
and they never will
while they have lots of books
their lives to go fill,
to go live through them
like the parents who
live through their children.
Books are children too.

A book is the brain-child
of its author,
which is then adopted
by its reader.
No, they've never been anywhere,
find never will go.
The books they read are good,
a proxy-life not so.

INFINITE LAUGHTER
We can only find
there is much to learn,
that a know-it-all
is a comic turn
whom eternity would limit
to his own clown-like-finite.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

for MIDDLESBROUGH MAGIC SHIP 278 (F)

A SURE-CURE DOCTOR
A beanpole punk poet,
yet Dylan look-alike,
his hair now down,
not in upward spikes,
John Cooper-Clarke
was just by my door.
A comic, a tonic,
a doctorate, a cure !