Jan Miklaszewicz's Blog, page 9
August 4, 2022
1930s DIAMANTE GIRLS
Slice of lemon moon Coca Cola sky effervescent sparkle stars
How long I wonder ’fore it’s torn asunder and we’re murdered by the men from Mars?
How long I wonder ’fore it’s torn asunder and we’re murdered by the men from Mars?
July 30, 2022
META
Who are you? says I. Your poem, says she, and she jiggles her tits and does me a TikTok dance. Don’t think so, says I. But I am, says she, and she quotes me a line from Rumi. Come on, says I, pull the other one, and she warbles like a bird. Better, says I, but still no dice. Then her head falls off and is replaced by that of a crocodile. Okay, says I, fair enough.
July 26, 2022
FFS
What's the weather like tomorrow? How the hell do you spell manoeuvre?
What time does Sainsbury's open? Where can I get new bags for the hoover?
Who wrote Love Warps the Mind a Little? How long has Margaret Thatcher been dead?
Quit using my brain, motherfucker, and put some mileage on yours instead.
What time does Sainsbury's open? Where can I get new bags for the hoover?
Who wrote Love Warps the Mind a Little? How long has Margaret Thatcher been dead?
Quit using my brain, motherfucker, and put some mileage on yours instead.
July 23, 2022
AMEN
There's more than a whiff of passive aggression, wouldn't you say?
In these post-fact posts of things playing out a different way.
Better stand in the mirror and slap your own damn face.
Whatever Christ might do, it wouldn't be on Myspace.
In these post-fact posts of things playing out a different way.
Better stand in the mirror and slap your own damn face.
Whatever Christ might do, it wouldn't be on Myspace.
July 20, 2022
HEARTOLOGY
No man, they say, is an island, but it seems to make good sense. Surrounded by the rolling seas, you don't even need a fence.
And surely it's far better than a nation landlocked, caught betwixt any number of hard places and rocks.
Not to mention a peninsula, bordered by a jealous lover, or worse still, an isthmus, bridging two greater others.
But what of an archipelago, part of a small ensemble cast: a significant other, children, a friend or two, a union made to last?
And surely it's far better than a nation landlocked, caught betwixt any number of hard places and rocks.
Not to mention a peninsula, bordered by a jealous lover, or worse still, an isthmus, bridging two greater others.
But what of an archipelago, part of a small ensemble cast: a significant other, children, a friend or two, a union made to last?
July 11, 2022
POSITIONS
To be loved because of, due to, and given that? Or, to be loved in spite of and although?
June 30, 2022
ENSHITENMENT
The aches and pains you suffer on discovering that everyone is full of shit are no better or worse than those you suffer on discovering that you're just as full of it.
June 28, 2022
STASIS
There's a mark on the back of the toilet bowl, and I've been pissing on it for days.
I've whittled the bastard down somewhat, but it just ain't going away.
And I know I could get me a scouring pad and a good squirt of this or that.
But I just want to stand here and piss it away. Is there anything wrong with that?
I've whittled the bastard down somewhat, but it just ain't going away.
And I know I could get me a scouring pad and a good squirt of this or that.
But I just want to stand here and piss it away. Is there anything wrong with that?
June 26, 2022
JULU-LU
Julu-lu: ancient, brand new. The world and its aunty understands just what you're there to do.
Women with crabby hands hawk knock-off cigarette brands and bawdy little lighters where the flame shoots out of his glans.
Old Mao waves from a hooky timepiece. The barbecue smells of paraffin, the gin is water, her lips thin.
And you may not have to wine her, and you may not have to dine her, but it's hardly a case of swiping a credit card down her vagina.
Drunkenness, it mitigates almost anything, I have found. But don't forget your decency or your time will come around.
Julu-lu: ancient, brand new. The world and its aunty understands just what you're there to do.
Women with crabby hands hawk knock-off cigarette brands and bawdy little lighters where the flame shoots out of his glans.
Old Mao waves from a hooky timepiece. The barbecue smells of paraffin, the gin is water, her lips thin.
And you may not have to wine her, and you may not have to dine her, but it's hardly a case of swiping a credit card down her vagina.
Drunkenness, it mitigates almost anything, I have found. But don't forget your decency or your time will come around.
Julu-lu: ancient, brand new. The world and its aunty understands just what you're there to do.
June 23, 2022
FALSE WITNESS
The old gods are restless, and you're making them hungry. In times gone by you might have been banished, imprisoned, stoned. What makes you so sure there won't be any blowback now, pet? Sooner or later you'll be begging them to leave you the hell alone.
