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OUT FOR THE COUNT (Part
2)
£250.00
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RED WINE DINE
A tealess tête-à-tête intercourse,
No force of course,
Bottle shaped beauty covers the eyes
A red wine dine upon this living lie,
Talk on through taken with you in this blur of faces
Amongst the laces of elated spirits
An embrace of conversations salvation,
Innovations ovation it floods the mind,
Smokers forever in a day find their open blind.
Amnesiacs dreamed up solutions
Emersion in a forgotten perversion
Take us away and into the night,
Moving away from the light,
Don't be afraid of this night tonight.
(2000) Oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£300.00
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VAGABOND BLINK
Taxicab hail and grab at the weekly peak
Amongst the migration of a weekend nation,
On to our next demon drink devour,
Black box forgotten knocks living in our contorted hour.
Grey matter platter, hearts all a patter,
Glass eyed undercover tied eye
Floating see amongst a people sea,
Comrade gab rattles on in a free-for-all prattle
Fate is full, pulled out of the rule
Were living all playing the sublime fool.
Fun its been done, but lets do it again around the bend
See Tomfoolery and long John Bull speaking at full,
Jack the lad and kiss me Kate
Light-hearted misbehaving
Familiar lovers craving,
We will all be up until late
To early the next date,
It's going to be curiously great.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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QUEUING BREW
Queuing brew its straight line slanted through
Brass-monkey balls receding crawl,
On a Friday night trawl.
Standing still looking for a thrill,
Gassed up on liquid oats
Soon be doing a body fling to some bloody crap thing.
Friday night frisk
Filing through the contorted Kong suite,
Might get the jackboot.
Five pounds a time for the gentleman folk
Two fingered shaft on this path,
You can see them laugh.
The ladies get the Hi-by; I'll be squeezed dry,
Pissed high, fleeting eye dive of the unpaid members fair,
No chance to converse
Nevermind be perverse.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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To the owner of this painting,
In 2003 I believe it was taken to North America,
by your good self from the
UK.
Please can you photograph it for me and if possible send a copy to me,
via the e-mail link above, as I have not got a copy myself.
Thank you in anticipation
Regards,
Brett
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RUBBERNECK AFFECT
Away from the middle, the centre sound,
Out of the crowd
Going round and round
She rhymes the mind this siren on the side,
In a bind of time
So close to life's dose,
Those arse end bits, their front-end hits.
The drunken pill taken to my near fill,
Unbroken focus
Those eating eye locus,
Let slip, never not your viewing grip
Despite taking a spirited sip.
The eye don't blink it never sinks,
Behold you become sold in a rubberneck affect.
Wish away through the nothing doing,
Become something more than mental chewing,
No way it's going to be true
Down in flames your going,
Damn it to hell, when will it start snowing?
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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DEBAUCHED JIGSAW BITS
Stuck in the thick stirred up quick,
No time to sit everybody fits
Debauched jigsaw bits,
Ring around the roses everyone poses,
Let it go don't go slow.
Rise to a high
Caught in the ripple
Having taken your tipple,
Hide in this living tide
From life's tedious sigh,
The everyday wits end dry.
Go on away fly,
No longer tied your fragile mind,
Fried in this bottleneck effect
Mental hatcheck,
Odd instead of even
In this late evening early morning,
Lifetime leaving.
(2001) Acrylic & oil on canvas 40x30 inches
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£300.00
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SINGLE MINDED STARES
Handshake hips arms in palms,
With a moments glance night ships pass.
Dancing pairs, single minded stares,
Hidden amongst those music ridden
We are looking for the forbidden.
Lost in grace no longer a single space
Is it me, what is going to be?
Lost in her presence, different essence,
Nothing makes sense.
Her scent is all I can think
Mind heavy with this high heaven drink.
Earshot round resounding
Circles drift not any rift.
(2001) Acrylic & oil on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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ON THE FACE OF IT ALL
Out of my face need to get out of this place
Two-faced grasp losing my mask
Looking to pass from this past,
Pressure from those who care
Must be part of the cast held fast.
Can't reframe and play a new game
It's all too much
Pain goes against the grain,
Making me insane
This whole living sting
Broken and tame, don't want to be the same.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£250.00
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TWO BY TWO
In they came so much the same
A lot to say not enough day,
Words full of rot
Knock everyone but their lot.
In a full throttle get all
A poison ivy cling around the neck ring,
Singing its sting whatever has or hasn't been.
Their unseen sin
Blowing smoke without fire,
Tireless bores
Root out their spoken loot.
To them it's just a big joke is all
Their little poke,
They know not what they do
How their lie will grow and chew
What is or maybe due, stuck like glue.
Untamed tongue screwing shrews
Not a word thought through.
(2000) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£300.00
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FINE JADED VINE
Distilled spill from an unpaid bill,
Stale ale your looking ever so pale.
Fermented retch, your filthy rich flush
Precious rush you crush my chest,
I feel it in my breast.
I am laced into your grace
Despite your green face,
Lost lunch and rat arse pace.
(2000) Oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£300.00
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PUNCH DRUNK, COME ON YOU F#*KING PUNK!
Take up arms broken calm
Old red eye dead comes to a head,
Nothing to put to bed
Just fed-up stress fuelled with drinking lead.
Sticks and stones words could lead to broken bones,
At sixes and sevens
Menacing motion twice over commotion,
Meant to frighten pale
Just pitifully fail,
No one bails.
Pathetically hectic it's all expected
Though you never know the unexpected?
Curbside fighting high despite being unfit and ailing,
Their hearts failing,
Already spoken word spent,
Going round and round those pound for pound
The unruly Punch and Judy,
A corner Street gutter found.
(2001) Oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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BLUE ETHER CREAK
8 ball, top pocket pot
Coffee table stable,
Smoke filled glass eyed liquid blind.
Whiskey worded frisk, a fine enough wine,
Sailing on an unfailing, say all séance
Open to all for a mind eloping groping.
Eyes up with a light
Thrill to the smokers chill,
Taking in the cure, preserve of the not so pure.
Roll the eyes in a mull
Taking on no role
Expelling with a telling glaze,
The reek turns into a blue ether creak.
We speak in a forgotten speech
In a mind offending breach,
A peak for the meek
Through the satin gloss
Of the sleek sickened
Bittersweet retreat.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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3 WISE MEN
Full of sin nearly a full been,
Helpful when seen, muddled the poor troubled.
Hubble bubble tonight no toil, but good-natured trouble.
Treble chanted slant,
Sung by a countless treble-fuelled bass
Without no grace,
A ground undersound directly from the pound.
All their gold and deodorised scent spent.
These merry men righteous this night,
Light hearted heavy heads
Heading for their beds.
(2001) Oil & powder on canvas 40x30 inches
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£250.00
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RED BELLY RAW
Drinking sting bed belly bawl
Stomach soaring roar,
Half-starved eager eat-away sway
No longer any say.
Anyway you can choose it
Later you may lose it,
Soak up my brim full belly gut,
Ends my empty pull
Hunger full.
Nameless meaty treat, faceless feet
Onion salad chilli heat,
All in wrestle,
Bread in a pocket nestle.
Ordering talk minus a fork,
Racy kiss face taste
Eat at your own pace.
Put away feast
Fixating fade away
Walking talk lace,
Not an ounce of grace.
(2001) Oil on canvas 36x28 inches
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£250.00
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SILK CUT RED THREAD
Moonshine find in this morning time
Not a dream past from the night last,
Could this be a new life from my dead life past?
Silk cut red thread each other in bed
Lovelorn born, turned on burn,
This every place taste aghast my forced fast,
A body blast through every fibre thread to the last
Covetous needle stuck envied touch.
At this time reached my greatest climb,
Until this moment now
Just finding my time,
Cast in a grip not concerned with the post,
Just want this moment to last
Never become the past.
(2001) Oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches
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£250.00
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GREASY SPOON
Mental peace in a lump of fried grease,
Head humming gut hugging
Sit here talking over cigarettes and tea.
Cooking fat in spats and spits
Greasy spoon at the end of a party balloon,
Once pickled from the jar, went a little too far,
Need some life preserving ever-serving lard
Helps to stop us vomiting yards,
Though only if you know when to masticate and swallow
So as not to throw up soon after too follow.
Waiting on an order
Those in disorder,
One cholesterol soul on a breaded role
One unborn fowl,
Some minced up cow,
Sliced up sow,
With the rest of the full English plough
To end our stomach growls.
Though looking yellow,
Whilst feeling a little bit mellow
Maybe meet our fellow crowd
If they are later around,
In the mean time repair our body crimes,
We are dirty sinners,
Tail spinners almighty grinners.
(2001) Acrylic / oil & powder on canvas 36x28 inches |
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