Breakfast at 6am on a Monday Morning

My wife stood in the kitchen,
In her apricot dressing gown,
Backlit by the gentle morning light,
She regarded me
With pensive, sleepy eyes.

Her hair though uncombed,
was improbably sexy,
Somehow appearing styled
By the Mad Hatter himself
In a frisson of manic delight.

Suddenly,
For no good reason at all
She spontaneously broke out
Into a big beaming goofy grin
And I melted
Like the butter on my toast.

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Consume Capitalise Destroy

Too much of everything. More&more&more. Relentless.
Consume.Devour.Dissipate.
Throw away & squander,
Shit drivelled hive minds: surfeit of Waste.

First MONEY, then POWER, then WOMEN
Beans.Stalks.GoldenGeese.
Fat Belly full of gold.
Come on//Give it to me//NOW!NOW!NOW!
Big zeroes my business: empty numbers my game.

The tea leaves have spoken.
The end is nigh. The END.
Doom.Destruction.Annihilation.
Broken gardens & acid tears,
A tomb for all life beneath red weeping skies.

© John Bowers 2017

Bad Poetry – Undeniable

Monumental metal sheets / twenty metres high / undeniable / they cast shadows across the impermanence of my face / and they cast aspersions as to your very being / your being there / and then your not being there / but those metal slabs are too imposing not to exist / to have not always existed / we laugh through our discomfort / existence is both ephemeral and as hard as steel

 

© John Bowers 2017

Ping | Pong

Ping | Pong

Sex on sale.
Limited time only.        Not tomorrow,
Today.

Ping | Pong

Now 》》》
The pimps have gone to bed /// zzzzz

Leave your seminal fluids
                     >>> in the glove box

This is a frenzy of minds

                     >>> these games we play
                     
♡♡♡this is love♡♡♡

Ping | Pong

 

© John Bowers 2017

Art Notes – Genocides, Massacres and War Crimes are Bad, m’kay.

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When I first saw the above photograph of Doris Salcedo’s artwork: Istanbul Project; I was like, “Wow, far out, dude. That is way cool.”

It shows a demolished space between two multi-story buildings packed full to the brim with a chaotic jumble of 1550-odd wooden chairs. The whole idea of literally stacking all those chairs on top of one another like that in a public space appeared to me to be such a cool and creative thing to do, and so bold and fascinating, too.

However, once I started to read more about the intentions behind the artwork, I was more like, “Whoa! I think I need to sit the fuck down”.

Continue reading “Art Notes – Genocides, Massacres and War Crimes are Bad, m’kay.”