Author Archives: Cadbury Fife

“Faking”, that’s a mode I dearly hate, These rules, expressed as statements of non-sensical fact, Jacked up by ruthless taciturn claptrap and an insensitive lack of Dreams, Cannot suffice for it seems the true rules are incentivated only by Brutal … Continue reading →

Whiling away the ages | working on my weakness | trying to forget things | piping it into loss Pip – you don’t remind me Pip – you’re no longer on Pip – you didn’t call Pip – run out … Continue reading →

That old recording goes round: “Are you recording me?” I have some of your hairs if you would like them at any point. They are in cold storage. Remember, I am your contact for old hairs. I smashed the hanging … Continue reading →

I took heartless down to see the pond And we stood and smiled and observed that the pond was probably not Technically a pond And we laughed And we had sexual intercourse Then heartless paraded some art Bandied some high … Continue reading →

Slip it in slip it out remove my skimpy costume I’m a solipsistic soliloquist I’ve smelt a beard and now I’m going crazy – It could get a little bit phased out from here on in – You’ve got flop … Continue reading →

You know the love That I have eaten Has developed into a nubile new entity That I am thinking of labeling me I am thinking of label ling me Your love Is basting me for some greater Cooking You know … Continue reading →

Sometimes it feels as though I am on the dark side of the nut. What with all that I do for love, with my hapless version of my story that I have been sent to tell, with my being upside-down, … Continue reading →

Slink slink doggy dog blither blubber Babble? Snoop around the roundabout Modern poetry Modern poetry Who knows what It’s all about? Head snapped off Head popped off All power to your Psychobobble Bubble based analysis Babble? Blither surely blather purely … Continue reading →

Poems so dandy like Quaint floozies and Some misplaced punk Tuation that is never possibly wrong’ Oh, sugar was never this sweet! Oddball shaft of limp with pimpled Poems so dandy like Yay man if saccharine were only Fleetingly juiced … Continue reading →

This whole thing is like some sort of infinitely sized glory box full of gum-booted lovebugs. It’s a hoot. And shoop shoop doo wop to you and yours and all that and that. This whole thing is badgering on borderdom, … Continue reading →