Sunday, March 21, 2010

Trebucheting Time!

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

treat your elders with respect
politically correct
sentences that are suspect
crazy now in retrospect

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

a automamamobile
a engine a steering wheel
what's with that? what's the deal?
a fake car? a car that's real?

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

beating drum beating robotic
dullard in a world chaotic
superman while kryptonitic
process psychoanalytic

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

garlic, pepper, paprika
never attention seeker
tender delicate streaker
dancing never the weaker

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

however the turner turns
however the learner learns
however the burner burns
however the yearner yearns

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

he is the wholegrain rye baker
he is the dead undertaker
nonsensical pattern maker
rhythmic cycle? what a faker

a time
a moment
a moment in time

a rhyme
a cliche
a cliche in rhyme

flugelhorn hieroglyphic
ludo pseudoscientific
hoard aboard the transpacific
juggle double honorific

entwine
arthur dent
my partner in crime

sublime
disarray
what are they part time?

clothesline
green ferment
document a lime

wind chime
a bouquet
trebucheting time

Monday, March 15, 2010

Blobbington writes the Jekyll and Hyde theme rhyme

Acid rain upon my tower,
golden drain collects the shower,
distilled pain shudders in my heart,
shudders with the power.

Aluminium, tin and copper,
liquid mercury with a stopper,
flowing metal melts my heart,
melts my eyedropper.

Green beaker, red beaker,
speaker: a vocal amoeba,
coloured flashes in my heart,
flashes sinking deeper.

Eyes in jars, staring beady,
bobbing, wanting, glaring needy,
caging my heart,
cagey, greedy.

Friday, March 5, 2010

A note on rhyme

Check the facts,
this rhythmic contract
conspires to make me do just that.

19 tabs open in Firefox,
checking to see whether Fort Knox
is actually just the house of that guy from Charlie's Angels, the first movie, you know, the one with the guy, Sam something, I forget his name, who plays a character with the last name Knox
and the woman he dates is a total fox
except he performs the ultimate cock-block
by shooting a fucking rocket into his own mansion, the douchebag.

Anyway,
that's far more than enough from me today,
okay?
So let me say,
I pray
all is great
and I hope no-one shoots a fucking rocket into your mansion.

Doctor deals dirty dank dusty desire

you spread your mist
Dust has settled in my mind.
Dusk has settled, gentle, kind.
Lust for you, it tightly binds.
Husky whispers tempt behind.
Mustering the courage, find
musky scent softens me blind,
trusting your control.

though I resist
Dirty dank dusty desire.
Murky manky musty mire.
Earthy ropes keep me afire.
Earthy bonds, return to Gaia,
wary of your silk attire
wary of your Siren lyre,
varying your control.

but you persist
Shoot my soul down upon your tears.
Boot me off the longest pier.
Flute me Piper, play me here.
Root me deeply in your fears.
Fruity appetising leer
loots me bare, my end is near,
back under your control.

do I exist
Lace, velvet, silk and satin,
hazy eyes from pretty patterns.
Glaze your eyes and swing the baton,
crazy boy, this never happened.
Face is scarred, beaten and flattened,
blazed by stars, by Mars and Saturn,
graced by your control.

oh, to be kissed
Love within your fiery terror?
Have I made a fatal error,
gave to you when some were fairer?
Slave to you now, my new bearer.
Crave my tomb, where worms are sharers.
Grave looks at my grave preparer,
lamenting your control.

sorely missed
Glee because the end is nigh.
Me and you cannot deny,
we all live and then we die
(key is, never wonder "why?")
Flee from those blue flashing eyes.
She was too good, so goodbye,
free from your control.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Blobbington talks to people about milk

As I greet trampled peat, feel the heat off the street, feel the beat off the street in my feet.
As I'm buying the milk, leave the cheese in the fridge, leave the freeze from the fridge in my knees.

Moo.

Milk, making me feel alright,
milk, carrying me through the night,
milk when I wake up every single day,
milk makes me happy and I shout "hooray!"

Milk! Milk! Fight for white purity!
Milk! Milk! Border security!

Cows are cows because they care,
cows are cows because they share.
Cows don't kickbox over grass,
they just sigh and move their arse.
We can learn a lot from bulls,
they are horny angry fools,
and we can learn a lot from cows,
they are fat and shit a lot.

Why, oh why do I love you so, milk?
Why, oh why do I want you so, milk?

milk you bore
to my core
take by force
what is yours
milk you mine
what is mine
til I find
it is thine.

Yummy yummy milk is good for my bellyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!

Milk is a 2008 American biographical film on the life of gay rights activist and politician Harvey Milk, who was the first openly gay man to be elected to public office in California, and one of the first three in the United States as a whole, as a member of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors.