Biography of Simon Huggins
Web site at http: //www.simonhuggins.com/uricon/simon
Modernistic, somewhat darkly humouristic verse in both free and structure forms.
Simon Huggins's Works:
Thanking Harry The Potter
Galaxy of I's
All under Uricon Press imprint
Simon Huggins Poems
this spasm of longing my back feels for you i would chop it off for you let spinal fluids spew
A stunning selection of vegetable matter, I pile on the bits in my takeway platter. Squeeze down the lid 'til the coleslaw oozes out of the sides and right down me troosers.
Damply Invisible [creation Myth #18]
Failure follow me down, down into the dark and dankness now. Too long in ill-intent
Quiet [creation Myth #15]
Quiet now your brother is near - It would be to him an amalgam of all his years of suffering
Builder [creation Myth #24]
It is a timeless task, constructing you my perfect friend of all the sloughed off parts of me I send my parts to you.
Family Entertainment [creation Myth #10]
My family feast today, a welcome surprise to be together, who we are we hide, disguised behind dips of mayo, humous, we laugh at each other's traits.
Mossie Fest Killing [creation Myth #23]
And upon leaning to scrape the waste to that watery place where your young thrive, in bubbling wiggle-dance the outhouse chaste for years, engaged
Retrieval [creation Myth #22]
Let this sewer regurgitate me, up to the shade that is light, replenish me in the decay of life, let flakes not stop the seed of guilty love I feel, still feel.
Place [creation Myth #21]
Do you think brother, it'd be right to tiptoe in, hop quickly out of counting the drone? It's coming back
Bifurcated Man [creation Myth #20]
'Tell me, did it change your life? ' I shall tell you streamers of truth blow blow watch them distract you relax you, detached from your thoughts.
Reflection Of Power [creation Myth #17]
Criss-crossed girder power pylons carrying threads thin as nylon, towering - I shrink away, unlinked.
Fulfilment [creation Myth #16]
The Yarn was good - The punch-line elevating me to God-like status.
Raspberry Jelly [creation Myth #14]
I am too old for jelly Mother gives rage that wobbles the pud
Edging [creation Myth #13]
My mother worries about me - The smell from my room. She cannot see the faecal stains that blur the divide
this spasm of longing
my back feels for you
i would chop it off for you
let spinal fluids spew
my invertebrate form would slide
toward your choking form
and forlornly dying
these extreme asides
shuttle my thoughts like a TGV train
désolée, ma chérie - got it wrong again.