Doodle by Jay Snelling

Doodle Tuesday

This week’s doodle is my own 🙂

Doodle by Jay Snelling

Doodle by Jay Snelling

I use chance methods to create my drawings and poems and I’d love to hear from others who do the same!

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The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

This week’s poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it!

Fluxus

Fluxus

 

There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling

 

Cellophaned flowers.

To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree.

Staging each

one by hand.

Directors of gardens,

their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic theatres

created a production by the name of

Margaret.

She sat by Neptune and they created poultry,

and dogs with names of Mars and Fire.

They were interested,

to London they flew for a

line and shine

until ending.


I use chance methods to create my poetry and I’d love to hear from others who do the same!

The Monday Poem – it’s been Jean fangirling over James – a chance poem

it’s been Jean fangirling over James

by Jay Snelling

 

Some heartwarming

old secondary school friends

perform

until it’s all over and then they call for the

authorities. A clue now:

who posts the letter

and why?

album on the way? Move over be a band – who are playing live accused the dead musician of working on his own corpse.

I call him Buddy because he’s where he wants his own biopic to end up. Straight down the double and through the middle

and share it all

to release their anxiety. But first, I have a new life, a ride on the colour

band’s rim and a

ring to announce the time for

real life. Other lives, they called them all

Valerie. The people

say acts for a huge lightning bolt memorial

he a death of one of his 

own kind. It is not him and it

isn’t class, pay appearance at this

stage. Is it really himself at 32 and can he

sing


 

Doodles by Jay Snelling

Doodle Tuesday

It’s Doodle Tuesday 🙂 I hope you enjoy this week’s doodles.

A doodle by Jay Snelling. 2014

A doodle by Jay Snelling. 2014

Sylvia made the journey from the flaming sea of plastic eyeballs, through the labyrinth of warm water and love, to her home: a hut in a tree, surrounded by life, with God above and soap raining down. But Sylvia felt trapped and restricted, catching her tears to give to no one in particular, until death comes to smash them out of their bottle. 2014. A doodle by Jay Snelling

Sylvia made the journey from the flaming sea of plastic eyeballs, through the labyrinth of warm water and love, to her home: a hut in a tree, surrounded by life, with God above and soap raining down. But Sylvia felt trapped and restricted, catching her tears to give to no one in particular, until death comes to smash them out of their bottle. 2014. A doodle by Jay Snelling

This couple are stuck in a pocket on a mountain. They are building energy collected from the moon. They could escape if they pushed the rods out but why would they want to leave? A doodle by Jay Snelling

This couple are stuck in a pocket on a mountain. They are building energy collected from the moon. They could escape if they pushed the rods out but why would they want to leave? A doodle by Jay Snelling