Back in 2016, over a period of a few weeks I was somewhat taken over entirely by the compulsion to make rhyming couplets…strange, I know. It was during a bit of a rough time for me, and it became a new kind of logic for me to express myself without images.
Some of them became like ways of describing the processes of generating imagery, while others loosely attach themselves to ideas of philosophy and self awareness, while keeping it a bit crude and rude.
I see them also as a device to slow down the pace of reading and looking in general. Through the use of deliberate miss spellings and opposing word meanings I encourage the reader to read aloud, quite similar to the moment of announcing a christmas cracker joke…
A THIRST FOR FIRST PAGE,
THIS MITE GHETTO BIT KNEW AGE,
LIKE CUMIN NOUT A CAVE, WEARIN
BISCUIT-BEIGE.
(But wier on the same page.)
SOW CUM MON NAN HAND DULL MY GAZE,
AND FLICK THREW THE PAGE, AS YOU ENTER THE MAZE.
WATCH ME DROOL ANOTHER FACE, SAME ICE, DIFFERENT PLAICE.
PROVIDE A ROOM,FOOL LOFT IN TENT-SHUN,
LEAF QUICK BE FOUR THEY-YALL PAY ATTENTION-
TO MAKE ZEN SOFT YOUR FLAYED-INVENTION.
DON’T MENTION, THE TENSION-COS WHOSE EVEN
THINKING ABOUT PAYIN-NIN TO THEIR PENSION?
WALL KING ON BEAR FEET,
YOU MITE THINK, “SO DISC/ CRETE”
LIKE CAN EYE-LAND OFF THE GREEK
FOUR THE MILD AND THE MEEK.
WUSS ONLY LASS WEEK, KIT BRUSHED
ON YOUR CHEEK,
LEFT A BREWS FOR SOME KNOOSE
AND NOW YOU CAN’T SPEAK.THE PHASE ZIT FORMS SEW QUICKLY,
AND SLICKLY,
YOU-ALL-MOST-MISSED-DUH-TRIXIE,
MOVES YOU LIKE A PICK-SEA.WHEN I PIG UP THE PEN-KNAW
BRUSH IF YOU MUST,
EYE STAR 0VAL-AGAIN NAN, AGAIN-
UNTIL THE FINGERS HAVE BLED,
ALL-LOVER THE BED-
CAN’T DISS
-STILL BLEW FROM READ-
BUT TIME STILL IN MY HEAD.
LAUGHING AT MY TRAGEDIES,
TURNING THEM INTO ALLERGIES,
OR FINE-FAN-SEAS-
LIKE SPECK-TICKLES, INFLECT RIPPLES,
AND EXPECT APPLAUSE,
WHEN YOU’VE GONE FOR PAUSE.
COS IF YOU CAN FIND HUMOUR IN LIFES TUMOUR,
THEN THE QUICKER DISAPPEARS THE RUMOUR,
OF THE CONSUMER, WHO-
FELL IN LOVE WITH THEIR HOOVER!
OBJECTS ALL AROUND YOU,
NOTHING GETS-SHOE, FEELIN
PROFOUND, SO YOU DO A NUTHER ROUND TRIP-
CLICK BACK AND TWIST YOUR
RIGHT HIP, FOR A QUICK FIX,
AND SOME CRUEL LICKS, SO
WIND-DOWN YOUR LIP-STICK,
SINK THE PINK SICK,
AND WATCH MY RIFF, MICK.
SO BESPOKE, THIS YOUNG ARTY-CHOKE,
A FINE LITTER FOLK, GOLDEN-YELL
LOW AS EGG YOLK!
OH, WEIGHT NO! IT SHOULD BE GREEN,
FOR AS FAR AS I CAN SCREAM-
THERE IS LIGHT HERE STILL TO BEAM,
GLEAM! YOUR BURSTING AT THE SEAM,
SALTY AS SEA BREAM, GOING IN-FOR-THE-LEAN..COOL LAND THE TRENDIES,
WITH THERE GAB-BAN-NANAS AND FENDIES-
SO FAR OUT THEY CAN’T EVEN LEND THEE
A CUPPA COUGH
FEE OR A FEW PEN-KNEES
IN TEN CITY LAND, THERE ATE
KNOW PIT-TEA TO BE HAD
HOT TIERS, SAND
CHAI-DISH FEARS.
SIS, SAW YULE SEE FOR YEARS.
IN AMONGST, THE INNER MONKS,
THEIR LIES PEAS-FOOL HIDDEN
SIR.PRICE, AND UNTIL EWE
REAL-EYES THE VOWL-YOU OF THE LIFE LONG
LICE, EWE CAN NEVER
REAP PLY UNDER THE
WATCH FOOL EYE, OF A PASSER- BYE.
EYE YAM MALONE, AND EWE ART TOO,
SEW LET SNOT GET MONADICK-COOL-
OR RAD-DICK-COOL-
AT THE FACT WIER HEAR,
WITHER BURNIN EAR,
BLOOD, D –NOSE AND RED SMEAR.
ON BEAN A VEER-COOL:
ITS UNI-VERSE-SOUL—SO REEL-LATE-A-BULL. WHEEL WASH SHOWER CAR, SOME TAKE IT A BIT FAR, BUT ITS OWNLY A SHELL, GETS SOLD ON AND HAS A SMELL.
LIE-FAD-VICE:
BE BOLD, BEE GOLD,
AND DO ASS YOUR
TOLD, DONUT WAIT TO
GET OLD, OR FOUR THE SHEET
TO UNFOLD.
PRO-NOUN –SEE-ATION IS VITAL, IF YOUR COMIN TO THIS RECITAL,
SIT ON THE HIGH STOOL, AND GET HIGH FOOL, FROM A DRIP-BULL OF MY LIFE
DROOL.
IF FEW GET FRY-TEND THEN EYE MITE JUS,
BENDER LITTER CLOSER THAN IM SUPPOSED-TUH.
NAME A WORD THAT CAN BE HERD,
SPOT THE PATTERN AND THEN FLAT-
TURN THE LODGE-JICK OF THE NERD,
THAT LICKS THE LEMON CURD,
PRODUCES GOAL-DEN TURN-
AND TOUCH-CHESS ALL OBSURD!
here’s a similar example of one I made much earlier..not much has changed!
