Clutching At Straws
Clutching at straws – as short poem by Chris Hudson. I am a wild-eyed loner at the gates of oblivion, I want to die like Jesus Christ, I want to write my name in the stars, I want to dive into your ocean
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As I went out one day
As I went out one day – I met myself coming the other way My step was light, my eyes were clear
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I set-off on the bicycle To trundle down the hill Into the Town so grey Where all the folk look ill
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Winter in Town
Dull shades walk the streets
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Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did the joy separate from the work?
Why did they go their separate ways?
Now only the old, the sick and the broken
There was a man
They used to call Everyone’s Fool.
Well now he’s been to the other side
The Treacherous Malapropisms of Dictophony
Grinning inanely
The scientist said
“I’ve hotwired your brain.
As long as you behave,
You won’t have any trouble again.”
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
The Teacher spoke in hazardous climes
Insured against healthy and safe times
No camping in monkey vine-rope grids
The more time goes on
The more time goes on
The further away from the truth I seem to go.
I’m living from a distance
And I haven’t got there yet
The Forest of Sensation
Where the forest of sensation, body of lithe limberness, instead one procession of newly installed blunders
Shut away all the good things of the earth, instead to gnaw a tail of frustration until it was amputated cruelly.
Sensuous marriage of
Sensuous marriage of
The turning tracks that
Underfoot, undefy the wheel
As all expands everlasting
Joy pervades, and tunnels
My Family And Other Monsters
My Dad’s got a big nose
Which he blows as well <
My Mother's mouth flaps and flaps
Neither of them get ill
Loui and The Meat
I invited him to a party
Out of doors, you see
He came along quite promptly
And meat he with him brought
Le soleil brille
Le soleil brille, la mere est calme et plat, c’est un jour claire et brillant Dans le ciel des nuages flottaient comme des cheveaux en courant.
Les bateaux de peche ascende et descende gentillement
Des cries entendus des oiseax, les fleurs qui fleurissent,
Les ballades, insensibles des insectes chantaient
Et moi, humaine, inondee par des pensees.
It’s funny when
It’s funny when
Your face seems
As as cold and as craggy as a Cobo rock
In this age it would seem
In this age it would seem
Poverty is an illness
The poor with their insanity, stupidity, inanity When all their life has been a cage.
In the depths of winter
In the depths of Winter’s snowy haze
I have seen icicles spangle encrusted faces
Diamond like; and across the sheet-white places a lost trumpet call,
In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends
In a puddle of bedraggled fag ends, locked in the loo
Restructured, renovated and riven, mill pond pedestal
Wicker basket poured scorn, Indian techno nonsensical objectives and adjectives
Overuled bypass culture designated refract zone, sniffs Columbus’s ass
Jumped the gun, was working when should have been having fun,
I need you
I need You
To be cheery when I’m sad
I need you
To be good when I’m bad
I have seen pleasures great
I have seen pleasures great
Sorrow more distant than a star
When I cared not what was to be my fate
And listened to dreams told from afar
Stories were told of days so bold
Guern Power
Let me tell you a story
Of an island floating in the sea
Of surf and sand and sea and sex
You’ll maybe see it on T.V.
Modern Children
They don’ t have to eat what They don’t want to eat They don’t have to meet whom They don’t want to meet It’s all ‘OKAY’ if they want To stay up late And if you disagree, it’s ’cause You’re a paedophile mate!
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From Travels
I don’t understand why you’re always out when I’m in My soul should be fat but it’s thin
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Freedom from internal oppression!
Too many problems in my life
Just can’t cope with the trouble and strife
Dissaffection is rife
I’ve sold my virgin wife
Earthenware Raven
Is it jug or a jar?
Pandora’s offspring?
Has it come very far?
Distort pledge of worshipful harmonies
COMPLIMENTED ROUGHLY BY MOON-SPOKES DANGLING
FEAR COUNTERED INTELLIGENCE
WHIMP TURNED TO CHURCH
DISTRACTED STUNG BY TUNE
Death Dream 2000
Troley was lying in a garish yellow telephone box. He had been lying there all night, and the light touch of dawn had awakened him. He was cold, and hungry.
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Chernobylahague
It’s a nuclear plant
And it’s sited in France
Not far away, a backwater
They don’t want people to know!
Charity do
See the rich nobs at the charity ‘do’
They only go ‘cos they want to be cool
Paying all that money for a charity affair
Only poor people know how to share
Beggar on the street
Beggar on the street
Will this be his tomb?
of objects which our outer nature rejects
Is the love which begs us to question why?
They moved the goal posts
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life
All my knowledge of death is allied to the life-science
All my knowledge of life is allied to the death-science
All my sickness becomes health
All my poorness becomes wealth
CASTLE NIGHTS
It wasn’t very far We needn’t go by car Up to the Castle then along to a bar The crowds gathered together Despite the windy weather Like being at sea
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Virginal Virginia’s Vagina
Hone Tu ware
Warm winter California sun
All around me
People trying to hang on to power
It grows more and more tenacious
By the hour
Some Behavioural Aspects of the Insignificant Reality of Words
Chartreuse the handsome man sat at his desk sipping scotch with water. His nose, a dripping sagging feature bowed crookedly beneath sadly sloping eyebrows and a weak, rheumy eye. He was thinking, In alternative dimensions, the one we rarely work in, time, all places are one.
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She unveils herself to smile down upon me from above, pale white blanched skin;
Your beautiful eye hangs in the night sky
Behind your lover the sun has had his play
All native instincts were rooted out
All native instincts were rooted out, mankind in utopia where
There was no anger or hate, yet the state still kept
Banks and banks of plasma guns, just in case, they said,
We should be invaded from outer space.
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