I am sure that every ones blogs are very good but I can not seem to read words at the moment. Which is bad because I really badly need to fill in a form. On that subject here is a poem that I wrote many years ago, about having to do things, Enjoy.
My things to do list.
2003
My things to do list
is a time, space anomaly
Like Mr Muscle Foamer.
Pads out the multevers.
Flairs like a supernova
in my living room light socket
& tips the ashes
of my endeavour
in to a black hole.
My things to do list
is the dark side of the force,
waging unjust war on the union.
A rag tag wagon line
of technopagen spocks & sky workers.
Picking off the stragglers
as they struggle across
the ink blot of space.
My things to do list
is an uncaring god. Horizontal
on a chaste lounge, on Olympus.
Eating grapes from the cleavage
of a virtuous virgin
& not receiving my prayers
for mercy & some
spare time to rest
& to watch TV.
My things to do list
is a bad bearded bandedo
with knife glint teeth
& a gang of desperadoes,
who steal away the women
& demand money
with menaces
& the man with no name
is nowhere to be seen.
My things to do list
is unrequited love
for the squires daughter,
who is to marry a rich merchant,
but sometimes she looks so sad
& I would make her happy
If only I was not
a horrid hunchback bell ringer
& an idiot to boot.
My things to do list
is a spider. So small
that it could drown
in a single drop of water
& I rescue it
from the bath,
knowing full well
that it will only starve,
or freeze in the winter.
