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We didn’t see that coming

October 8, 2022March 7, 2023 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

Bird’s custard yellow?
I’ve got the emulsion he said
Like a canary down the pit
Methane nuclear explosion

Phossy Jaw

October 5, 2022October 5, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

she met us 
we told her
she met us
it was at the gate
bold we were
Annie Besant 
Annie Besant

A bit of a flutter

August 19, 2022August 19, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

Never win it
Bloody never win it
Winnie did you post it
Inked the crosses
Didn't smudge it then

Arsenal 4 Manchester United...

a fine mess that flowery dress

June 28, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

a fine mess that flowery dress
distress with pain
sunken cheek lines 
a vein mirror stain

Blister of a Day

June 27, 2022June 27, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

We didn’t know about malignant melanoma then
It was just a knowing nod at an Uncles funeral
The C word

net zero

May 31, 2022May 31, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

liquid core belching belly up
rumbling raging
rolled over throwing up plates
splintering concrete ceilings
cracking heads......

Face Off

May 30, 2022May 30, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

I used to steal flowers. And once a painting. The Duke and Duchess of  Urbino. Ruling all the earth. With the pallor of death

ASK for the vibration of self love

May 30, 2022May 31, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

filtered through rose quartz
ASK for the creme de la creme
an ambient bask
of crystal signals....

What was it that made America drunk?

May 29, 2022May 29, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

27 school shootings have so far taken place in the USA in 2022. The terrible murder of young children continues in America.

Schrodinger’s Cat

May 27, 2022May 29, 2022 ~ Nicholas Catlin ~ Leave a comment

"All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life, and his relations with his kind.” Communist Manifesto Marx and Engels

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