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
Test Of Faith
We left no stone unturned
as if they required ripening
or turning tanned them evenly.
Underneath, they were wet, uneven
unsmoothed by scuffing pilgrims
(unaware that beneath their feet - icebergs
in stone scattered Titanic earthworms