ON SATURDAY i'LL WRITE my POem

' dANce of THE coCKerels'

trapped in the web of love is such a campy song and it deserves to be peotized too - i mean poetized.

someone i know pronunced poet to rhyme with boot

POET RHYMES WITH BOOT!!!

POET RHYMES WITH BOOT!!!

eerste oester

here comes the queen

be in earnest about this letter

it’s your first oyster

you’ll be a chef

and

Tilburg is Australia


here comes the queen

drink harry drink

pieter vrede’s pocket monsters waited

but the piss ant never showed up

here comes the queen

but


Wailord is now asleep

OP LAGER PITJE

BONE OF CONTENTION

SNAP NIE

HEETHANGIJZER

SPIDER MITES

tiny full stops in pillar box red, hyperactive across a page

Capital P poet

the pen held in the gentle fist,
an extra silvery digit,
a crooked angle flashing
across pricey recycled vellum

dangling personality on the end of a stick
frantic dancing,
seamless improvization
of outre steps at the heart of it all

guzzling images and shards
of insights from the source,
a rusty, slightly stale trickle,
somewhere on the campus

trickling brook

poem
titles:

universal remote

portal

ergens op campus is een bron

false resumé

the maxims

CREST

DANCE
OF THE COCKERELS
TRUTH COW

seems to suggest an upward movement - is not strict, in the strict sense

fantastic name for a machine;

WEIRCLIFFE BULK ERASER

Sun 11 Jan

your name carved in butter

on the site of a painting

pssst mr C, your world is waiting for you

10 titles for paintings

chicken shittle

he's going to transform you into the belle of the ball for your big reveal

ik zeg niks betekent iets

Campaign Against Symmetry

I'm gonna make you into chips

compulsive military service

imagine the music in Monk's leg

sir, could you just pop your tray table up please?

a refreshingly obscene philosophy

I would love to be able to be restless