A New World welcome,
overwhelming heat follows
air conditioning.
by Scooj
Tag: Poetry
New job
Euphoric comes close
to describing how I feel
this very moment.
by Scooj
So euphoric in fact that I goofed again on syllables…all better now.
Snooze
Forty winks snatched high
in the air, hidden from the
wreckless crowd below.
by Scooj
Temple Church
In the shadow of
the leaning tower, homeless
people sleep in tents.
by Scooj
Plastic sheep
In pebble dash fields
Spring lambs frolic unaware
of the urban sprawl.
by Scooj
The nun’s priest’s tale
Chauntecleer was proud
the fox was even prouder
Pertelote knew this.
by Scooj
One trick pony
Other poetry
scares the living daylights out
of me; not ready.
by Scooj
Nightmare
Sitting bolt upright
in bed, too frightened to sleep;
shadows leave the room.
by Scooj
246. Wilder Street (4)
There was one final gift for Bristolians that Shalak Attack and Bruno Smoky (Clandestinos) left behind on their recent trip to Bristol…this brilliantly colourful masked face. This was another surprise for me in Wilder Street, an area which is now firmly on my routine street art patrols.
There is something of acarnival feel to this piece, and it has an unmistakably South American touch.
I still feel privileged that Clandestinos came to Bristol and left these remarkable pieces, however the story is not all good I’m afraid. The piece I wrote about by Shalak Attack in Stokes Croft has been tagged with a rather poor ‘throw up’.
The great piece next to it by SPZero76 and Mr Wigz has similarly been defaced. For less than a week, all five arches of the Carriageworks had clean untagged pieces in them…a first since I have been writing these posts. No longer. It is the nature of the beast I’m afraid, but disappointing nonetheless.
Vitriol
The poison in my
blood that keeps me alive will
be the death of me.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 