The Fork of Ambiguity http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com Multi-tyned Poems Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:57:45 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 Written History http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/201 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/201#comments Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:57:45 +0000 lunc http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=201 terrible poems
names on the toilet door –
some of them are yours

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/201/feed 0 Politipping http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/200 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/200#comments Mon, 10 May 2010 12:00:02 +0000 lunc http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=200 money changers
and common market breakers –
alternative votes
the colour of a slightly
used banana skins

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/200/feed 0 Thought’s of the Narcissist http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/198 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/198#comments Wed, 13 Jan 2010 11:44:07 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=198 I am.

And you, Sir

definitely

are not.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/198/feed 0 A Sonnet for Johnny Taliban http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/196 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/196#comments Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:02:09 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=196 Reflect O good Mistress of light and moon,
not dark of soul nor burdensome hardship,
but warmly over my love in distant lands.
Shine well and long lift golden hearts aloft.
See hear nor taste the shadowy stench of death;
illuminate senses in touching fingers
as soft tips deftly hold our fallen at safe
Bastion’s walls and shut the gateway to heaven.
I pray you would shine so full and clear
you blind the Hawk and Owl, and hold Eagle still;
yet most I wish your might hides bright happiness
in sweet fair Robins breast, beneath the bushel laid.
My love, home soon together, staying silent
not two minutes for jolly Johnny Taliban.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/196/feed 0 The Tranny Dowstairs http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/194 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/194#comments Thu, 17 Sep 2009 11:11:31 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=194 air kisses show a
transsexuals monsters –
averted eyes
sticks and stones don’t raise
lady lumps and man bumps

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/194/feed 0 The Cold Morning Before http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/193 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/193#comments Wed, 02 Sep 2009 09:58:01 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=193 This fine crisply cool late summer morn is wasted,
or rather I am, as it bursts unbidden upon the room.
The squeaky-wheel bird has nested atop my head
and he knows but one single, terrible, treble harmony;
notes played upon the ear and skull, with gusto.

Fine colleagues, do not surround me in sleep, rise;
like the hopes in the strengthened, practised, arm
you showed as we sung evensong until the dawn.
Rise I say; sleep not like the just and righteous man
who bangs, now, heavily upon my shrunken soul.

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/193/feed 0 Barefoot and Redfaced http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/191 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/191#comments Tue, 14 Jul 2009 11:29:02 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=191 my feet are a
labyrinth in the maze –
lobster on the beach

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/191/feed 0 All Hail! Summer http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/190 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/190#comments Mon, 22 Jun 2009 12:42:39 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=190 hard summer rain
leaves a stark image –
your snowy nipples
peas frozen on the vine –
nature beats industry

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/190/feed 0 Soggy Crunch http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/189 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/189#comments Mon, 18 May 2009 08:22:00 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=189 middle mangement –
can’t even control their
own middles
their crunch starts at home
one thousand, two thousand, three

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/189/feed 0 Dog Soup http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/188 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/188#comments Thu, 30 Apr 2009 20:22:35 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=188 Today I’m eating my dog.  His bones give a literal feeling to the credit crunch as I crack them in my month for marrow.  The old man dispatched him quickly; all over the country.  His soft white fur lines the slippers of several lawyers wife’s, his meat is resting in the window of a well known middle class butcher and his skull will soon be high London art.  I’m left with a bag of bones and bits for soup.  I threaded a dewclaw onto a tendon and fastened it around my neck and boiled the rest in tined peach juice.  He’ll warm cleaner feet tonight, but I won’t have to share my breakfast cabbage.  When the world turns my way again, I’ll use the DNA from the claw to clone him anew and after church we’ll once more dance in the local park before a heaped Sunday lunch. A Candle Maker is never out of work for long, so I’ll sleep deep for the morrow.

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