ROBERT PAYNE's blog

ECLIPSE

THEY LIED ABOUT THE ECLIPSE.
HOW MANY MANSIONS
HAVE I MISSED.

live write

I Don't need bravado
I am here and now
I don't wan't my cyphers
every end turned round
master not my name
dip the tarnished flame
darker not in vain
spirit off my brain

MY HAND

MY HAND SEIZES UP ON ME,
AS THE OTHER ONE WRITES,SEE
AND ALL THE WORDS I WRITE
LOCK UP THE OTHER SIDE
ALRIGHT.
SO I KNOW THIS COMES FROM GOD,
ISN'T THAT REALLY ODD?

IF I WROTE

IF I WROTE 24/09/07

And if I wrote a mystery,I tried to be me
I know the darkness wants to force my hand.
Isn't that grande.

A SUMMERS DAY

A SUMMERS DAY 24/09/07

IF I COULD HAVE A SUMMERS DAY
AND NEVER THROW THE LOT AWAY.
I'D SAY THAT SOMEONE LOST THEIR LID

THERE IS NO SIGN

There is no sign 24/09/07

The mountain air
is cool and crisp.
my favourite girl
speaks with a lisp.
I wish I knew her name,
and how I got the blame

HEARD

Heard 24/09/07

the boy became blue
THEY COULDN'T PAINT MY HEAD
the girl went red
I NEVER EVEN SAID
what's imbetween
HERES SOMETHING FOR THE TEENS
usurp!
BUT I HAVE SLURPED.

LOOK

LOOK 24/09/07

LOOK
AT
ALL THE WORK WE'VE DONE
HARDLY A PENNY FOR
MY MUM
GOD IS WINNING !
LISTEN TO THE OTHER ONES.
WHEN AH WAS A KNEE HIGH BOY
MUM AND DAD COULD AFFORD NO
TOYS.

ANGRY PEOPLE

ANGRY PEOPLE 24 september 2007

Angry people wish they were somewhere else,
not on the shelf,
too much wealth,

NO CHANGE

NO CHANGE 24/09/07(THESE DATES I SWEAR)

NO CHANGE
SAID THE RICH MAN.
NO CHANGE
SAID THE WIFE.

FORBIDDEN POETRY

FORBIDDEN POETRY 24/09/07

THERE IS A POETRY THAT NO MAN OR WOMAN CAN SEE.
IT DERIDES YOU AND ME.
IT FLIES BETWEEN TWO HEAVY HEADS,

WHITTINGDON

WHITTINGDON 24/09/07

AND SO WE LEAVE POOR EDWARD LEAR.
AND TURN AGAIN TO WHITTINGDON
WHO HAD A PUSSY IN HIS BOOTS.

TRIBUTE TO MR EDWARD LEAR

TRIBUTE TO MR EDWARD LEAR 24/09/07

Xat in mixery

XAT IN MIXERY 24/09/07

HOW NOT TO WRITE

HOW NOT TO WRITE 24/09/07