Thursday, 31 March 2011

Dangle Dangler


He parks empty liquor bottles and his back
on a period chair
made for those who are pregnant,
falling short of the high standards of plastic chairs.
You could never have shoplifted from your old enemy;
who is skilled in long intervals between smackings.
You don't enjoy paying income tax.
When you went out leaving the phone off,
they took and used your voice.
Now you are stuck with a teenage werewolf
who has an enlarged gland and sings.
The dogs could have made love there
but for the dangled angler -
Eh! He dies rich!
In York, you shield yourself
before going through with the witch's cat -
several days without bras
or later just my love.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 29th September 1992


1998 Boggers All (UK)

Wednesday, 30 March 2011

In The Spirit


all writers know that
to conform to the spirit
is appropriate

represented here
because they become confused
they are breaking them

it's stimulating
writers find themselves perplexed
when not wearing bras

know the impact of
his unwholesome giggle can
truly understand

the naive led to
nowhere and related forms
are condemned to sneer

if everything worked
the sea and poetic forms
are not monuments

in the painted steel
you ignored all my warnings
wanted Mona Lisa

poetic forms are given you
for broadcasting here

the vanishing point
writing that it is data
stimulating her

work which happens to
a position of the page
is like flattery

the discarding of
the picture on the north shore
pretends to writing

poetic message
is irrational

poetic margins
constantly loom to fly
however boiling

dearly beloved
submit poems but never a
position of bread

she said it should be
mutual recreation
of the marginal

all eager for such
writers in the form they can
easily be grand

Joyce's writing and
past glories of ignorance
form a bitter tear

creating impact
in critical decorum
it is not a rock

moving ignorance
in three lines don't establish
aesthetic appeal

with writers of strength
not one listens to used metre
to hell with the words


Composed: Gee Cross, 6th September 1992


1993 POETRY (Bluffton, International Writers and Artists Association)
1994 POEMS ABOUT POETRY (Hull, Psychopoetica)
1998 Snakeskin (Internet)

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Microcosms 13 - 15


The automatic light blue appearing grey
squirrel scenting years given and treble
critical from the full date. It considers
to hammer a public rest of a period of a
string at least a genuine leopard skin
coat. Any automobile that you've accidently
put down, when you restart the centre of
running over which uses mathematics to wish
to hammer a string at least 500 points to a
period of trees and deceitful.


Forgetting your toes is morally wrong, and
can check several people's. Do you to use
the bathtub faucet on the tired cock
continuously, to get your point by Tuesday.
First she scrambled back down, and had
saved the door, and speaking in the byre;
the summer comes again, when vacuuming
without bras or sponge.


Melted chocolate which covers the numbers
are detailed below the rear of time never
mind, examining - I'm going to be born to
keep their money. Executive ability is
positive, emotional and always helps you
tomorrow to understand women's nature of
opening and gives the obsessive act one
more chance, sleeping the interview
squirming in a bowl of time.


Composed: Gee Cross, 5th September 1992


2004 ZYX (USA)

Monday, 28 March 2011

Microcosm 12


You will probably only be sorry for the
plunge effects of the full moon on your
toes. She dreamt of gold may be warned by
three miles never to return. It is morally
wrong to be born to completion, doorstops,
without bras or sponge. Dig a date listing
the image down to be born to allow suckers
to use the countryside and would like to
determine if you could use the bush.


Composed: Gee Cross, 5th September 1992


1996 Lost & Found Times (USA)

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Microcosm 11


Compatibility rating is prominent in the
boundaries: this function allows you to
reject you. A voice draws me flannel
without love. Clothing would be saved in
the ball, get a dog. Sufficient remains
when beauty comes on. Distorted men seldom
show relations between smackings. listing
only double critical days before she has
her English lover home.


Composed: Gee Cross, 5th September 1992


2004 ZYX (USA)

Saturday, 26 March 2011

Microcosm 10


History books in which you are an elephant,
covering a lost moment of running over and
YOU have to return it by three old people,
who are extremely dull. Oh, and thinks,
overworked are thirteen fields seen in the
words to turn the probability of opening
and picking it up, and covering a
refrigerator door.


Composed: Gee Cross, 5th September 1992


1994 Lost & Found Times (USA)

Friday, 25 March 2011

Microcosm 9


Covering a group of friends who take the
program searching forward from the full
date, it considers to loop continuously, at
least 16 times while entering dates which
contain no windows, when beauty comes in an
attempt to give the candle and your wife
says "4 minutes".


Composed: Gee Cross, 5th September 1992


2004 ZYX (USA)

Genesis Ver. 8.37

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Composed: Gee Cross, 23rd August 1992


1993 International Poetry (USA)
1993 Endless Mountains Review (USA)

Thursday, 24 March 2011

Portrait of a Night Spent at the Back of the Rainbow


Your twin sister forgot your memo, but no-one speaks now.
Orgasm is a little old daylight:
You wake up feeling amorous
And understand people are waiting for him to sleep.
If I were challenged in a headache
Your boss would tell you there were ways out.
When teaching you really think of the bedroom.
Ask your ex-wife or your son for some proper elaboration? -
No, you could get the cleaning lady.
You object violently to the news they tell anyone.
I want you to want peace but you are all uncertain -
Face down inside other holes.
The cat is flunking high school
Because you're expecting your birthday.
You inside you do everything you don't enjoy.
Guilt is about keeping the sign that says - not now.
You all day at the patio and stripping off
You call Suicide Prevention and you're sitting
In a waterbed broken and totally irresistible.
Your ex-wife and your boss can tell you like the bedroom.
You wake up at the Endangered Species Club.
He sneaks out of your waterbed and I almost get caught.
Guilt is tossing a wife you really want in the rest room.
Suddenly she just screws the party that came
To fix your background and you're not married to your kid
But have just got to eat when initiation rites commence.
You wake up feeling amorous and say
You're expecting your TV cable repairman to analyse you.
Your boss tells you I am there waiting for him.
He wishes Anita would mind her twin.
Your friend is the fellow who parked his wife
And woke up wondering if it came down at night,
Then realised that I never left the movie theatre.
I'll keep your girlfriend knocking at the bathroom
When we do everything we do;
It is easy for her to look for the tiger.
Your wife wakes up feeling amorous
And you're too embarrassed to go home.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 23rd August 1992


1994 Boggers All (UK)

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

The Fossil Hunters


Where whales without choice
have offtimes beached
still the sea cuts a deeper chine.
Eager hunters battle against the clifftop wind,
descend the dangerous steps.
Charging along the sands
they turn over pebbles,
attack the rocks,
dig up and out
fossils hidden for hundreds of years.
Plastic bags break
under the weight of the booty.
Hauled back to parked cars,
these ancient reminders of the Flood
will be polished into ornaments,
kept as holiday keepsakes,
or dumped, forgotten again
in some suburban garden.


Composed: Gee Cross, 22nd August 1992


1993 The Peaople's Poetry (UK)

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Microcosms 7 & 8


Disappointment at the limited edition
lithograph, one in a time has a future and a
future issue of the number of breath, the
first to admit that there is a limit to be
grand could limit our freedom to publish
what we want, there is more to poetry than
haiku and there are only a few examples of
editors who previously had the odd quotation
that could beat these for their ability


Let us to what we be published in the world.
There are in the Carpenter said. We enjoyed
making mistakes and all life. Two other
trend is fine art to see just how he sorted
out surprise that every would-be haikuist
should have. Especially heartening has come!


Composed: Gee Cross, 19th August 1992


2004 ZYX (USA)

Monday, 21 March 2011

Microcosms 1 - 6


Never absolutely anyone can never absolutely
anyone can absorb. Already accepted for a
doubling of the intricacies of how he set
about illustrating the loss of venue for the
foreseeable future, but now taking a more
enlightened outlook.


We learnt of confidence as high as she feels
able at similar prices, but some increase is
she fought with the painted steel and it is
desire in due course inevitable. What else
we learnt of a very pretty fair
representation of thighs pulled down to
molest the hero of long beaches.


To the window-panes, there's the insolence
of the intricacies of how it had the mind to
see the afternoon we launched our printer in
the making for any more than fly to
subscribe to sleep - WATCH THIS SPACE. To
come when least looked for from Southern


This particular account of the worsted to
include some original writing among the
hearth-rug, but listen! She appeared
disguised as a little mischievous darling!
But when he isn't unhappy, others have been
slightly encouraging if I stuck with her.


We have had a minute there is coming, God
bless you look at the response from France
two to a wall. Whilst we value all
subscription payments as thick, but some
birds come and varied notices. We have gone.
It came to haiku, said, do, it took it was
Alice with ropes.

Apple bread, champagne dip, Easter egg,
flapjacks, Indian corn notice all true art.
Poetry, but to artificially move away from
mere repetitive tune. Disappointment at the
Painted Bunting and Poland as an almost
complete representation of the genre in your
local orchid bug.


Composed: Gee Cross, 19th August 1992


1993 Dada Tennis (USA)

Sunday, 20 March 2011

The Image-Maker


"Hi there,
calling you from Southern California"

It is a business call
but i am seduced by her sultry drawl,
can think only of long beaches
with the surf breaking at dawn
and two lesbians
running after each other like children
laughing and rollicking and frolicking

This is how i see it
in late-night movies i video
for watching on lazy afternoons

She calls me transatlantic
to push her corporate image/ideas
Her voice draws me
to her "southern California"
and all i have are images
ideas created by film makers
and the media

I hear on the radio
a song that claims
"it never rains in southern

while here it pours down

The TV has news
of beatings, riots, lawlessness
and i know
long after i've hung up the receiver
there is another side to the place

Yet all i can hear
is her warm wind-swept inviting voice
"calling from southern California"
and all i can do
is to fall for her charms


Composed: Gee Cross, 1st August 1992


1993 Unicorn (UK)
1994 Aireings (UK)
1995 A TASTE OF THE PENNINE POETS (Heckmondwike, Fighting Cock Press)
1998 Creative Ooze (Internet)
1999 Unlikely Stories (Internet)
2006 SPIRIT & EMOTION (York, Fighting Cock Press)

Saturday, 19 March 2011



Belladonna is unlucky.
Belladonna is seven years bad luck.
Don't walk under a mandrake by moonlight.
If he would be fed by tieing thereto
a mandrake screams in his sins rememb'red.
Don't walk under a sleeping bat.
My dame has lost her tongue in front of a sleeping bat.
Jupiter days are good for selling shellfish;
Don't get out a banana.
What you haven't got a black cat has removed.
Don't walk under a crooked cat.
Today is unlucky.
Do not disturb a white cat.
Break a ladder.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 29th July 1992


1994 TOPS The Toadbird (UK)
1995 The Vincent Brothers Review (USA)
2004 The Same (USA)

Friday, 18 March 2011

Experiments in Marginalisation


In other words stands the sonnet and rhythm.
To any distant star money and rhythm go.
In not quite literal sense-poetry
man is not the sequence of the philosophical tradition.
Poetry may remain just sounds
and his contemporaries discover that.
Of currency are old-fashioned notions to offer shelter
to incoherence reflecting the possibility
that so easily outstrips most poems.
Arbitrary lines don't stop now:
chopped into many changes over the rhythm of collage
more communal and before the shackles of paper,
this century poetry has grown heavy metal sounds.
The avant-garde is ancient -
the limerick, doubly marginal.
Beyond transgressions of intellectuality
apparently indistinguishable from its boiling point,
the philosophical tradition, the winnowing tray
of contexts whose members write poetry
but not necessarily a word, professionalised -
the language movement,
but experienced cake walkers are immune to the word,
the short-circuiting rhetoric of experimentation
and indecipherability, the meaning of thought
challenged in all walls of language.
Admittedly they have shares in the shrine.
Poetry may remain just as a few words chopped
into a demonstration of handlettered marginality.
Of course I'm going to mention the hoariest platitudes,
the rhythm of experimentation
where old-fashioned notions be opened,
the forms used here, and refluxed
so it might all have meaning.
Admittedly it was logically expected
that poetry could extrapolate a false picture,
so I'll provide beacons that after 70 margins loom.
Ineradicable prose poems principally exist
from over intellectuality and its purity.
She'd asked me write poetry that did not rhyme,
poetry that gave bloom to wax polemical.
There'd have been a less inhibited style
of tears swelling from the forms used here,
brains and the sonnet, rhyme and foul subject matter
the She could expand to write in a critical decorum.
Berated for her poems, perhaps they identify
themselves, display the twelve-tone music of her
language, quoting or imitating another poet's soul.
Don't smother the limerick, said the voice.
I want to express thoughts in a long noise
so I'll provide the abject object status of folksong,
unlike Pound's free-fall writing of Homeric epics...
always the cat will be drawn!
Might dissolves the patterns of life,
becomes the notebook in a word
no one could expand to change in their midst.
The edge in the scene of rhyme
and its reliance on the rest and tune are different.
There is a play-area,
not all around the regions of genreless writing;
movement avoids standardised typographical grids.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 25th July 1992


1993 TOPS The Toadbird (UK)
1994 International Poetry (USA)

Thursday, 17 March 2011

December Waters


Little thighs pull her eyes and he
is the twinkle in the calendar.
The smooth powdery hollow
under her black skirt furled back separates lands.
Tears swell from beyond the ultimate invention.
And he rises.
Gone is the dark
closing ponderably slow like an old calendar.
Lay some common sense;
if the same suggests rain drowns sight under mist,
distorts from the hypnotic state that is the sea
too small to expose his desires.
But for the day, if what shall receive — thus to play.
The wind no longer returns to long forgotten designs.
No-one speaks now the mountain streams cascade.
A revolution of the Laws of tea!
I use its cheery flame to dispel the lights
now I'm considering suicide.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 22nd July 1992


1999 In Posse Review (Internet)

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Lydia in Lesbos


The white upturned wondering eyes in time to rot.
Hieroglyphics and arrows of sinners?
What's in heaven, but the air?
Her eye discourses - I've attempted to bed
and think I am floating slowly shoreward -
surely it is the media?
Thus it seemed like an entire realm of fire,
knowing if living is providing a passive reality.
Remove clothes from strange ladies in ancient Greece;
many were laid.
I hope you enjoyed them as some
more popular sport than fishing off Chios.
It is all but no more than birth to their movement.
I've tried persuasion.
She can be seen scurrying
in the company of one young woman who returns to live.
Joy was for another.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 11th July 1992


1994 Oasis (UK)
1998 The Bohemian Forest (Internet)
2003 Chanticleer Magazine (UK)

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Experiment in Poetry


THE NEW - a hopelessly defenceless department that's all!
Eliott and rhythm to express thoughts,
or chamber music free of language.
Admittedly the state of the ballad will be fired.
Bill had to replace them,
as music may remain just after innumerable punching, poetry
would be savoured like an opposition government program.
THE NEW - the enclosing of language.
The managerial type of prose
masquerading as inevitable as the encore of folksong,
and the two human errors,
so that it opened the eight mile road from experience
is taking off this century like a flourishing bus service
between history and NOW.
Once upon a few words together is not so many sounds.
Discovering the result of the founding
of yesterday's clothes; it isn't fun.
Knight and his contemporaries discovered that he operated
along the rhythm of Stockhausen et al. and noise.
Just words together is an evocation of language.
Admittedly it opens the fountain.
Items marked thus are timeless stories.
Discarded paraphernalia gave us concrete poetry one day
whose metre was a fast-fading way
to travel from Edwardian poetry.
Everyone lived for much poor prose
masquerading as the song, the years in which the brothers
were busy writing Homeric epics.
Others were sniffing round the ballade.
Based on the board of vocalisation,
poetry retreats from the fountain;
free-verse is not to take themselves into possession
of spoken language in the harvest.
Fred said he gave us much on such nonsense.
Free-verse is not the traditional poetry in another trend;
is not a young gentleman whose residence
is his first consideration;
is not music that has been conceived in January
on the way to his bedroom.
The first achievements began from so many scattered papers,
an intention to move away from the stairs,
from the experiments tending towards the fifties
with him to harvest.
Modern poetry has this inherent aestheticism,
like a violin-player having to drink at the fountain.
Modern poetry could be in the human voice,
somehow a serious case for communication.
But modern poetry can be a curse
endowed somehow with a great anxiety.
It is no robbery to drink some of the real traditional poetry.
Modern poetry has the richness of ten Mars Bars,
the autumn sunlight her mother's,
caught eating an essential fact with no equivalent.
Even poets have succeeded.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 8th July 1992


1993 TOPS The Toadbird (UK)
1994 Tree Trunk (USA)

Monday, 14 March 2011

Slowly Being Pregnant


Tourists may become involved in the earliest
experiments of the knife.
Being able to crystallise the tarts,
and upon the crisp white bed,
she was still communicating.
Tony sighed heavily and talked about his question,
"The girl with chips"
They licked the masses,
television now a passive reality.
Tony opened his questions.
The girl with Thomas in the crisp white bed,
she was not the queen.
Tony sighed heavily and he knew
a broken car silencer communicates
the past glories of groping.
In the crisp white bed, she was realised
with that magnificent instrument.
Tony revealed his youthful misdemeanours
and talked about his early years in smart jeans.
Sufficient remained led by making mistakes
and through his first achievements
began to be accessible to sleep -
two years in the heartache.
Tony sighed heavily and thought
there's the undiscovered country, but now...

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 5th July 1992


1996 Sivullien (Finland)

Saturday, 12 March 2011

The Vigorous Grass is Quiet Below


Having the right mind
to reduce the nature of good manners;
but not smart enough to be married without attempting service,
there being advantages to being loved.
One should never remember the inner voice
that is close to the nature of a mountain stream.
It thereby invites injury.
The world is easier when the earth is quiet below.
The mutual restraint will be exhilarating.
Great things should not be exhilarating.
The sage should never interrupt the proper course;
the two possible ways to utter failure
are like the mud of my opinions.
We have heard it said that flesh is blamed on fire.
What can I do to your sons?
What does the future hold in bottom position?
They will lay upon straw,
but one invites injury
as fast as fast as danger can be.
The superior man gets stuck.
Patiently, the old man should await the proper course
through the danger ahead and mobilise the little thicket;
the time removed from the rest with mounting screws.
Though they pulled and broke his mate, they shall be exhilarated.
The sage should go the way
of every successful person of my lady's chamber.
Without a banana it will be quick
and will bring forth approval.
The state produces no error but the darkness at hand.
See what a wife could eat?
When the thunder awakens
they which have fallen asleep
find the most powerful force
to be their misfortune.

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 2nd July 1992


2006 The Same (USA)

Friday, 11 March 2011


behind the layby
gay porno mags in the wood
and a lorry's tyre


Composed: Little Hay, 23rd May 1992


1993 Bare Bones (Japan)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)
2006 TABOO HAIKU (Greensboro, Avisson Press)

Thursday, 10 March 2011


fireglow sun rising
pale moon still visible
in the eastern sky


Composed: Glossop, 23rd May 1992


1993 Bare Bones (Japan)

Wednesday, 9 March 2011


even in the fog
jackdaw makes perfect landing
on favourite tree


Composed: Gee Cross, 16th March 1992


1997 Mainichi Daily News (Japan)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Working to Rule


    Working to all of the rules is an impossible occupation

Listen to the spokesperson
from the union -
listen to what's said

Pickets to the left
Do not let the scabs get through
Pickets to the right


The journey
is going to be long,
arrival brief

Breaker, breaker,
It's time to stop for food
At Smoky Joe's

sausage and mash and sweet tea

Ahead the long night
hoping for dawn in Scotland,
snow falling on Shap

Convoy of lorries
following council snowplough -
salt turns to green slush

steam rising
raised voices cursing
burst radiator

hitch-hikers kiss
their road ends and starts
at Gretna Green

in the wing-mirror
low-flying jet

we are here

i know where i am
or i know where i'm going
but never know both

notoriously bad months
conditions can be terrifying
rear fog lights

moors stretch to hills
behind the peeling fence
sheep bleat

fists fly
at the transport cafe
on the pinball game


Lights on the highway
Shine their truest
At the crossroads

motorway bridge cracked
three days to move
the concrete

clones of cones
realign lanes

At level crossings
Trains on the straight track
Needn't stop

miles beyond the road
the walker settles to sleep
in the bothy

behind castle walls
the laird with his brandy
in the library

the wild Highland stag
silhouetted 'gainst full moon
raises his antlers

after the wind
in the whispering wood

The faster we go
The later we arrive
If at all

hope springs eternal
soaps sing internally
dead springs snap

I saw the North wind
heard the sun rise in the West
touched the waxing moon

Angels float on high
guard the true believers
bring them safely home

The rats of commerce
rip and rape and pillage
in the urban war

October gale -
strong tall elm is laid low
willow merely bends

Ice on the bird-bath
No bread thrown for the tits
Monday-morning blues


Dirty derelict
derricks - determination
decaying, dying

the final whistle sounds
we finish our work

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 7th March 1992


1997 International Poetry Supplement (USA)

Monday, 7 March 2011


in the magpie's mouth
a morsel too big to bite;
gulls hover nearby

© Gerald England

Composed: Gee Cross, 3rd February 1992


1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)
2009 Curlew (UK)

Sunday, 6 March 2011


iciest of nights
fish-net tights and mini-skirt
still they dress for work

© Gerald England

Composed: Ashton under Lyne, 24th January 1992


1992 The Plastic Tower (USA)
1998 Sparrow (Croatia)
1998 LIMBO TIME (Hyde, New Hope International)


ledene noæi —
hulaholpke I mini suknje
one još oblaèe za posao

Gerald England

translated from English to Croatian by Marijan Èekolj


1998 Sparrow (Croatia)

Saturday, 5 March 2011


cherry blossom tree
magpie perching on a branch -
council dustcart due


Composed:Gee Cross, 9th January 1992


2006 Wisteria (USA)

Friday, 4 March 2011


Photograph © Graham Hogg

Shivering mountain
sneezed again - A625
closed by subsidence


Composed: Gee Cross, 28th December 1991


More information about Mam Tor on Rural Roads.

Thursday, 3 March 2011


what's today's free gift
with a packet of condoms?
- mini-address book!


Composed: Gee Cross, 12th November 1991


1992 STEALING KISSES (Hyde, New Hope International)

Wednesday, 2 March 2011


half a mile downwind
the cigarette factory
stench of tobacco


Composed: Hyde, 9th October 1991


1992 International Poetry (USA)

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

tanka 9

children operate
remote TV volume switch;
central heating plays
at trains, car alarm sounds off;
brain asks - what became of sleep?


Composed: Ashton under Lyne, 9th October 1991


1994 T.O.P.S. The Toadbird (UK)