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Family Rapture haiku

alienbc — Wed, 03 Aug 2016 22:56:04 +0000

lego tornado
time to go pants and pictures
still lie where they fell

i never tidy
the dawn washes in and out
family rapture

Civil Aviation

alienbc — Sat, 16 Jul 2016 20:49:25 +0000

about 4 minutes from “oh” to “web”

http://www.alienbraincookies.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/civil-aviation.mp3

Volvo, man…

alienbc — Wed, 30 Dec 2015 23:24:54 +0000

o short ginger man
the greasy wind battering
your massive volvo

parked in mcdonalds
not that far from kettering
grey skies past lunchtime

while regrettable
the slightest of impacts twixt
our buffeted doors

as crouching I fixed
child seatbelts while you and your
partner poured fast food

into the gaping
maw of your vacuous souls
it is as well that

having decided
to say fuck off in front of
my children in spite

of there being no
damage except perhaps to
the pride of your grey

volvo-shaped estate
compensation for perhaps
being ginger or

quite under-endowed
or perhaps you have also
suffered like many

the slings and arrows
this year, or the rain, or some
other slight, perhaps

even terrible
haiku sequences; no doubt
especially when

they don’t bother to
include stuff about nature
after verse four; but

it is as well that
having decided to make
this your big issue

this far and no more
your great volvo rubicon
mcdonalds carpark

“fuck off,” three year old?
it is as well for you that
my children were there

borderline angry,
so “have a nice day”, I said
we drove off laughing

you hooted as you
overtook me at ninety
back down the A1

having a nice day
(later it occurred to me
eating in your car

even happy meals
run the risk of leaving a
chip on your shoulder)

New chapter

alienbc — Sat, 22 Aug 2015 08:06:08 +0000

It’s a funny thing, starting a new chapter. There’s so much unknown, and so much that might be coloured by the chapters that went before. They should inform you, but not guide you too much. Life is going to change: I hope for the better.

limbo light haiku

alienbc — Mon, 08 Jun 2015 23:53:19 +0000

sunrise erection
hope wakes each new day in love
limbo light dreaming

contact patch

alienbc — Sat, 23 May 2015 22:53:28 +0000

many years ago
in a bedroom high above
a two bed flat in once had sat
a since departed love
you entered, singing bird
stirred to trap in one swift glance
and make a match

i longed for one small contact patch
a hand, an eye or more
all received by chance and nothing more

skidding now
now at the end of things
at the end of this i watch your sleeping back,
dreaming of your pleasure,
eyes crystallize and all resolve diffracts

tenuous i stretch a hand’s soft back,
tenuous i float in
with our history at hand,
tenuous i float in
with our every fumbled fuck,
with our love we sung,
with our love that suckled children,

with all our to and froing
with our love we gave them life
in spite of us they live for ever

and after all of this,
and after all of this you still retract,
from nothing as so simple,
from nothing as so pure,
a soft hand resting on
a contact patch upon your back,

a back that’s all you now reflect,
a patch with insufficient grip,
a vision of your lips, your hips and mouth
a vision of you riding, high above
a vision of your song to me

and after all of this you still retract,
all softness you retract
and I retract, and reflect,
and I don’t know what to do

Road rage

alienbc — Wed, 06 May 2015 00:25:57 +0000

questionable things
have i done, in the winter
of our love, my love

questionable things,
while i thought it still springtime
have you done, my love

twenty years my love,
ten years inside you, winter
children watch us leave

shelf haiku

alienbc — Wed, 08 Apr 2015 23:50:54 +0000

autumnal hairline
turning leaves and leaving loves
time shelves our old selves

false hope haiku

alienbc — Sun, 08 Mar 2015 23:47:07 +0000

spring lamb heart leaping
text message ends in an x
abattoir landing

Woomph. Phong.

alienbc — Tue, 03 Mar 2015 11:05:16 +0000

every age is a woomph of aging
and every year that passes, woomphing slowly further down
’til on our knees we woomph unto the floor
and into the black hole of our phong