Tweet Repeat 81

His constant attempts to schmooze made me want to wooze; he could never amuse even a room full of fools.

Now that I’m sere

Now that I’m sere,

Now that I’m here, Dried up, old, Sheltered from the cold In my favourite armchair Under blanket of rough hair. Now I can see it all, I can see a fool In the mirror Who makes me shiver As I look back and remember That fateful December When I let everything go, I just didn’t know That’d be it, Last chance lost in a fit Of decisions too rash, That changed my life in a flash. So Now that I’m here, Now that I’m sere, I can reflect, Continue to regret One mistaken decision That was to be to my life A fatal incision.

Entropy

Oh! to be a part of entropy,
Just a small bit of energy-
In a state where I never can die!

To be passed straight on
From one state to a new-
Always the ability to view!

To have always been,
And to always be-
To have seen all of history!


Oh! to live in this way,
To exist every day,
No longer a simple deduction.

Oh, to understand all,
Not to live behind walls
Like in this simple construction.


And yet and yet,
To the future I’ll beget
A gift to never forget.

After my mourning day,
Whether I am burned or decay,
My energy will never go away!

My parts always have been,
My parts always will be
Only solidified for the time being.

Tweet Repeat 80

The bombs interspersed the troops,
Threw them, made them loop-de-loop.
Scattered to the four winds,
Shattered like pounded flint.

Some got up in dribs'n'drabs,
Numbers cut like pounds of flab.
A patchwork with pieces missing,
No longer so neatly fitting.

Some troops moved forward and waited,
For the next rain so heavily weighted.
Ever on moved this incessant gamble,
That made some run, some only amble.

Tweet Repeat 79

Though those two always sought to connive, I always thought this helped to revive our then-failing business.

Back room talk and back room deals helped us keep on track and steal death from Evil Dennis.

Enskied

Enskied, I live my life enshrined-
It was the way I’d sought to find,
A childhood dream of living on high
Within a palace that filled the sky.
I got so very close when I tried,
Until my kingdom crumbled and died.

It seems no one likes enslavement,
To which my prize is now testament:
Since they converted me to sow
And scattered into a permanent rainbow.

(Still) No Ratiocination

In Fallen leaves, I am simply not capable of ratiocination, or Autumn trees.
With Hands muffling, No matter how much I employ determination or Feet shuffling
Or Hearts racing, I can never maintain a train of thought with Eyes facing
For Warming days: However hard the battle is fought for Changing ways.
Never faking, Always flitting from one thing to the next, Always shaking,
I Fear rules: From films to pictures to music to text, I’m Never nude,
A Born Worrier, I cannot stay focused, A Brow furrower,
I Show concern as My mind’s too footloose, I Never learn.

The Dark Warrior will rise but thrice,
The Dark Warrior will takeover twice.
The Dark Warrior will attack from every angle,
The Dark Warrior will rise through dark triangles.

From chocolate hits, to cream that is whipped,
I’m Scatological to the extreme,
Cake and all things sweet:
Cola, caramel and sugar beet
Means Thinking about it is a constant stream.
Veg and meats for Sunday roast,
Hot, buttered and jammy toast:
I’m worrying always about its state,
About the toilet bowl’s sorry fate.
Muffins, crumpets, scones and cheese:
What actions will bring which reactions,
Crisps, crackers, sausage please!
While eating, it’s a constant distraction:
Thoughts of food I do desire,
Set my stomach’s lust on fire.
Yet Thoughts of what will follow haunt me,
Focusing my mind, they often daunt me.

The Dark Warrior will not exist,
The Dark Warrior will of mist consist.
The Dark Warrior may still power retain,
The Dark Warrior’s future is uncertain.

You see
My Mind snaps, (Bodies writhing),
Eternally.
My Mind cracks, (Sweat sliding),
Infernally.
Synapse strain: (Interlocking)
Head in pain,
This compulsion: (Freely fucking)
My propulsion.

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Originally written for this blog, re-written for entry in The Bridport Prize, 2013.