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Pitching tents near an abandoned adjective

rolling words across this page like a dung beetle
until I balled paper up

by dp robertson 22 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 8 5:51 AM
I am shapeless without wishes

Hanging
such fragile thoughts out to dry

by dp robertson 25 lines, 14 comments, on Nov 16 1:56 AM 2008
Is America Democratic & How Important Is Your Vote?

The simple answer is ‘not really’ & ‘very’.

by dp robertson 89 lines, 20 comments, on Nov 1 9:40 PM 2008
Christ. What a Liberal!

I am in constant amazement at the American Bible belt and the steadfast beliefs that underpin their faith and so often spill over into righ

by dp robertson 36 lines, 18 comments, on Oct 30 2:23 AM 2008
same silly paranoid bible thumping fuckers

I dreamed
I could well stick a pineapple up my arse for a dollar.

by dp robertson 34 lines, 21 comments, on Oct 27 2:48 AM 2008
Fuck Sartre!

Slowly across this barren page
he continues balling thoughts like a dung beetle.

by dp robertson 30 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 20 7:35 PM 2008
And To The Music Sway

I don't see you as a headstone
on a bleak Winter's Day.

by dp robertson 26 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 13 5:27 PM 2008

Most people do not consider themselves idiots

Here is a generalisation verging on a fallacy.

by dp robertson 35 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 9 4:22 AM 2008
She’s Fogged Up The Glasses of Old Tom Clarke

My name is Gordon Cummin
I am great with guns and runnin’

by dp robertson 64 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 2 4:53 AM 2008
The Stare Master

When Mandy had an orgasm she would scream the heart out of a warm summer night like King Kong was banging her.

by dp robertson 61 lines, 3 comments, on Oct 2 2:19 AM 2008
No Rondo After That

Either way she wasn’t happy

by dp robertson 26 lines, 13 comments, on Sep 25 10:13 PM 2008
Somebody picks the story up

STATE-OF-THE-ART TOURING EXHIBIT
OPENS TO EXPOSE PSYCHIATRY’S HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSES

by dp robertson 25 lines, 5 comments, on Sep 16 12:54 AM 2008
those slaughtered herds of a soundless Serengeti

Fortune has a strange way of
navigating a path to your door.

by dp robertson 435 lines, 3 comments, on Sep 8 12:06 AM 2008
Have South African Nazis Taken Over Eastern Mental Health in Victoria, Australia?

Garth Daniels wants to be a photographer – to capture a moment of exquisite beauty or a timeless truth. Garth Daniels wants to be free.

by dp robertson 30 lines, 8 comments, on Sep 6 12:34 AM 2008

snippets and snatches

by dp robertson 19 lines, 26 comments, on Jul 31 6:55 PM 2008
38 Cents and a Scrap of Paper

There is a shoreline
running from the swirling centre of your creativity

by dp robertson 48 lines, 30 comments, on Jul 21 2:01 AM 2008
James Dean Looked So Alone

Most people appear lost, scared and desperate-
living beneath a Sword of Damocles just crying

by dp robertson 35 lines, 7 comments, on Jul 15 8:48 PM 2008
Still These Pages Have Them Dancing

Ephemeral lives are yours and mine of ancient patterns
Spun with threads of metamorphic echoes; of every dread

by dp robertson 25 lines, 16 comments, on Jun 30 4:49 AM 2008
All’s Well at the Bates Motel

If I had a nice apple and you a nice pear
I’d forget that apple and eat you then and there

by dp robertson 19 lines, 10 comments, on Jun 26 10:01 PM 2008. In Romance
Small Jerks

Indigo is the colour of silence.
You can’t read that anywhere;

by dp robertson 35 lines, 12 comments, on Jun 20 12:37 AM 2008
How Machiavelli, with Christ by his side, gave Sun Tzu one right up the klacker

“Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never lack victims for his deceptions.” - Machiavelli

by dp robertson 272 lines, 16 comments, on Jun 12 3:32 AM 2008. In Society, Thoughts

my fucking Doppelganger

It is only a small thread of insanity that ties me together
Holds in compassion, prevents memories from spilling,

by dp robertson 31 lines, 10 comments, on Apr 2 2:31 AM 2008
Is 1968 really 40 years ago or is it now?

The only way many of us can possibly see the future is to look at the past and its looking like déjà vu.
At the urging of journalist Pete

by dp robertson 62 lines, 2 comments, on Apr 1 10:51 PM 2008
Lehrer Previn Stanshall

I noticed this will be my 500th piece of writing posted on AP. Lucky me, lucky you. I thought rather than placing the usual bit of creative

by dp robertson 792 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 28 11:16 PM 2008
“REMBIT”...thud

Michael mulled over another page of his “Book of Records”.
Dreaming.

by dp robertson 77 lines, 1 comment, on Mar 20 8:40 PM 2008
Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeallllllllllllllllllllllllllly loving you sick

I saw I had won and ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

by dp robertson 25 lines, 12 comments, on Mar 17 10:20 PM 2008
Darkened Foe

I go to this forest of concrete and snow
Where blizzards batter like darken foe

by dp robertson 26 lines, 15 comments, on Feb 27 9:27 PM 2008. In Personal, Society
Sleep Deprived Through Sludge

Sitting, bathed in autumn light,
staring through garden beds of wilting lipstick red roses,

by dp robertson 50 lines, 13 comments, on Feb 19 1:28 AM 2008. In Life, Love
State of the Union Address 2008 (Amended Draft)

by dp robertson 72 lines, 6 comments, on Feb 14 5:06 PM 2008
Wrapped in Unwashed Mascara

“I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of

by dp robertson 67 lines, 17 comments, on Jan 9 11:33 PM 2008
Bhutto

This was written on the 29th October 2007 – “Just a little too juiced up on jingoistic righteous rage”
“The problem is that Iran is being

by dp robertson 10 lines, 4 comments, on Jan 8 1:46 AM 2008. In Thoughts
He looked at me crossed eyed

“How was your week?”
Well Monday

by dp robertson 184 lines, 10 comments, on Jan 3 8:34 PM 2008. In Life
Stare Nebular and Lost

Bones creak
as if years sell wisdom without lubricant.

by dp robertson 17 lines, 24 comments, on Jan 2 10:39 PM 2008. In Now is the Winter...
Tearing crosses from faithless fuckers

by dp robertson 21 lines, 30 comments, on Dec 3 11:38 PM 2007. In Life, Love, Thoughts, Adult
a hundred years in your sentence

I have lived a hundred years in your sentence
dying before you drew your next breath.

by dp robertson 30 lines, 15 comments, on Nov 27 7:49 PM 2007. In Society, Thoughts, Personal

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