An experiment, you see

Shithouse poems and photography

Welcome to my Blog.

Senryu, like Haiku,

Stanza describing the view.

Three lines each for you.

And so.

You might imagine me.

Upwardly mobile, No.

I go with the flow.

I contain secrets.

Sealed tight with dismay.

You abandoned me.

Glinting and horny.

Cartoons for the fainthearts.

Piercing your breast.

Hordes with hammers,

At the derelictory.

Pounding out of fear.

The mudhill slide.

Alcoholic thrills, but

no shopping today.

The water shimmers

Lit within, despite the sun,

Wonders in the gutter

It was somewhere once.

Contents and purpose removed.

The trees continue growing.

Blocks on blocks,

I’m passing, oblivious.

The lawns are well kept.

Shut up and empty.

The Tavern in the Town.

People still shop though.

And Art, high carving.

Sky blue through the roof.

Warnings apparent.

Headstones and yeast vats.

Brews mordant contemplation.

Sky beyond is flat.

Friend or foe scrawls,

A Chalky declaration.

Sandra wrote it down.

Game over Man!

Knocked out by the Road,

Not even bin day.

We need it back.

You sold it without asking.

It rained all night.

Misdirection, yes.

Diverting the nose away,

The stench of piss.

Top deck’s empty.

Mr Jackpot pushed the bell.

Ding ding from below.

The dead building.

Spirits haunt this place.

Dissolute and angry.

Her shadow stretched.

Arms inclined to existence,

Her face runs with night.

Forgot why I came.

This Noteworthy nonplace.

Fly tippers ahoy.

Deep blue that scares you.

Smiles that faded away.

When Red left the town.

A curious place.

Caught between decisions, and

The urge to run away.

Buildings lap the sky.

Look real hard you will see

There, there I’m falling.

She couldn’t really

say, what was on her mind,

she glanced away.

Why am I here so

akimbo, amidst the London slicks,

but those shoes are nice.

In beauty she stalks,

a darken starry aspect,

met with gaudy eye.

Tarmac beneath him,

walking to the house where, he

dare not linger long.

Paint me a shadow,

and I will grant you a ghast,

if I can stand up.

Shouldn’t have parked,

unexpected tornado,

Weather people said.

Do the Robot, yeah,

high high on Barry Beach,

what’s she drinking?

Factory eunuchs,

that’s what happens if you,

slide along this fence.

Orangey chips with bits,

my heart is failing but,

my tum’s nice and full

Solitude stares on,

lost in the spin cycle,

no change for the drier

Their Life on display,

see the shy washing looks,

no kids play out here.

You have to wonder,

if the resident permit

covers such events?

Two beasts declare their,

ill will towards the other

oh, it’s on suckers

Lemmings have more sense,

than to trust the sat-nav,

use your brains instead!

Old blokes drinking ale,

Friday down the boozer

Bilston a la mode.

Together they go

Leaving me as I leave you

Adieu my friends, adieu.

Thanks for reading and indulging me.