Wednesday, 29 July 2009



Monday, 27 July 2009


While you're distracted with the window view, the beautiful beautiful
twertit fother on the sill and the sun burning your retinas, onward he
The maracaman.

Sunday, 26 July 2009

the maracaman cometh

Is that like a comet ?
No, cometh, like 'moves towards' or 'approaches'.
It's olden days speak.
Oh. Oh right, why's that then ?
Why is what then ?
Why old speak ? What's wrong with 'comes at you'.
Well, it's literary sort of stuff, like, you know, it's more interesting
than 'comes at you'.
Oh right yea [fading fast]
Oh [enthralled by a bird sitting on the table outside the window]Is that it ? Is that your entire attention span ?
Oh right yea [just repeating to fake attention]
I HATE YOUR FACE [crumples up paper and leaves]
(leaves the scene, not crumples up leaves, like off trees, no sir)

Saturday, 18 July 2009

July 18, 2009 - tonight is THEIR night.

The drink Imps have waited so so long.
Waiting at this street corner. It's their patch. Rain. Hail. Snow. Fog.
It has been their job. To stand, to wait, to be prepared.
As the fog drifted in, on this night, they heard merry making from the
nearby pub.
The 'Flap and Clapper' had a busy night, and now, out into the fog
stumbles the one, drinking the end of his pint that he hid as he staggered
past the heavy doors .... Steve - shopworker and keen angler ....
Tonight is their night.
Tonight, is NOT Steve's night.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

got the drop on SYSTEM F

You've got the drop on me THIS time SYSTEM F, but you just better
HOPE that I don't get you .... you'd better sleep with that thing under
your pillow or whatever you sleep with. I'm gonna get you F, sooner
or later, I'm gonna get you.
Carrot Nose was bluffing.

Monday, 6 July 2009

today was jack springtons birthday

... and his wish fairy had just arrived, in stripey curly paraphernalia.

Friday, 3 July 2009

remember, lefty ladies, righty fellas

Just remember that simple not-rhyhyme and everything will be fine.Kevin, master of all that he rides. Controller of beasts, animate and
inanimate. That's 'an i muht' and 'in an i muht'.
In this case, woolen Brendan was IN of the an i muht, but with the help
of Amanda, Keith, Lavicious and the Colonel he managed just fine.
Just fine.

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

he thought he was dapper

... did our Mr. Julian.
He sort of was, but at the same time seemed scary.
For what Mr. Julian was oblivious to was the apparitious quality of his hat.It seemed to mothers and fathers and carers and such, that their
children in tow were afraid of his dapper hat. Some simply thought
that Julian was a bit creepy and that's what the wee'n's were against.
What lay behind the children's eyes was the truth.
They were the only folk, young as they were, to be able to see the
upside spectral loitering as it happened.
This was hardly noticed by Mr. Julian, overly proud of his dapprism and
as he would say himself ....
'I's never did like brats any up road, and no mistake ses I'.
Ses you indeed Mr. Julian, ses you 'in of the a deed'.

hamstropolis prisoner

by aBowman