title tattle

first, she ceased to think in words
then, she ceased writing words
it was only a matter of time before
she no longer spoke in words

here is what she said:

Cor Oar For Da Poor

gregor
hyckasis
other words that look Hungary.

Cor!

Budapest Hotel

Thankyou travel
language made sense
at last
Mechanics - thank you
for what?
not caring about syllables
or form, cantor or, oar, or oar.

and for staying in the air.
Hungary was grand.

he did

talked himself out of it, he did.
in mountains of mole-hills, hid.
when the levee creaked, he fled.

like a dirty, lying, anachronistic hypocrite of the day
beautifully timed, looking like greased lightning
out of the bowl of his three piece suit

which never had a tie - just sensible shoes
a lap top bag and a well pocketed comfy jacket
in which to hide many engagements. Ran away

like a fucking hyena someone said.
I think it was one of his daughters.
Or his mum. No one else actually knew at the time

but we know it now.

Fashionable Again

all of christmas and January's beginning was,
not to say what had been hoped for, less than startling
and ended in a hot fever and cold bones. Ginger n lemon

were the next oblivion during matters and flesh from the
cold pressed inanity of work-stresses and managing:
Executive Coper with experience of handling an international client list..

oh, give us a break: 'International Art', International Level, 'True' Internationals
Using this word as a statement of quality rather than plain geographical reference
has become commonplace and probably needs a stop to it to be put.

"Coping just isn't romantic heroic or manly and it'll never make a serious job title"
said the over-weight  'employment consultant' who had, until recently, been unemployed
for about thirteen years, since just before she gave birth to young Rita, who's name is now

fashionable again.

Depeche Mode

Das read Em?

McCarthy. Just Confess.

(ooh hoo..)

Kate Bush.

You've got a friend Pete, Jimmy, our Carol,

Gathered round a piano

with them all and general McCarthy.

Just confess.

game over

this isn't poetry - it's scrapbooking
social mobility is not something everybody wants
thankyou robert.

do you have any final words on the subject?

try these:

"The pinto sprang forward, cut in front of the lead wagon and Capt. Walker headed out on his long road"

yes, that'll do.

advice for the condemned royal or a bankers 'niece'

The lessons of 2014:

1. Other people have shittier lives than you. Be mindful of them and be patient.

2. It is of no comfort that other people have shittier lives than you. Your pain is real.

3. Pain is relative. But after a certain level it is absolute.

4. No pain, no gain.

5. Do Yoga

6. Cook nice things

7. Take time and don't panic.

8. Do it now - it will be over if you don't.

9. Don't worry about money if you know someone who's going to die and leave you some.

10.  Just have a nice time

11.  Don't wait for people to die and leave you money - kill them yourself.

12. Don't believe all underage sex stories. Some are just honest business cartels trying to gainsay a bit of insider info on the competition. It's all in the game - even if a few royals get implicated. Blame the under-age girls if all else fails.

13. It is quite possible to walk in Central Park and not be recognised - even if you are 5th in line to the throne - if you wear some really old trainers and jeans.

14. WHAT?

15. Keep your basic company information, VAT numbers, charity registrations etc all in one safe place - so you can always put together an application for funding - even when your plane crashes in the desert and you are the only survivor and vultures peck a your feet.

16. Please yourself. NO - Not like that!

17. Think bad thoughts

18. Think good thoughts.

19. Put none of these into action.

20. Do what you have to and no more

21. When you are 46, plan how you want to be at 65.

22. When you are 65, plan how you want to be at 46.

23. Choose your own way to die and invite everyone you love.

24. Too late.