Tuesday 6 May 2008

politics aside and back to nature...

Thinking about the sea a lot lately, so i decided to write a poem, ahem...

The Seas-End


Ripped ruined and rexed the sea was a red eyed wreck roaring in its floundering debt it split up over the trenches knelt bent and gushed up against their dent sending crushed cement straight though the many vents leaving thunder shunts to howl in carved out giant spheres deep within the sea cavity walls. The red eyed wreak breathed in again to gather in its Kraken sized nets for another pointless upward assent. Hundred mile high long waves darker than the unborn son of Gun lashing up coiled out claws with pincers shifting on grips moving along the hundred-mile high sea wall rotating tiny white razor nips far high above and over the distant falling and finally declining line of the utterly disappearing and submerged seashore no more.

Monday 5 May 2008

Still time to turn again ken?

After a Few hundred years of gaining the vote it would seem that we are still being ruled by the same old Etonians, they do have a remarkable ability to stay in power? I thought the well-read people of London town might be clued up enough, but no, it seems that many are suckers for a little bit of media showmanship over the most genuinely good Politico this country has ever produced, Ken Livingstone. Well, London might have a heavy toll to pay yet? I hope not.



This one goes out to Boris and the evening standard (once a Tory always a Tory)