CLOUD POEM


A pink cloud informs me

That I need to take the antidote by sundown

The cloud is angry, furious

Seemingly unable to x-press itself

The cloud is now making a phone call

Then it blushes and says

That it wants to make love to me

The cloud starts break-dancing,

It is wearing Ray-Bans

Inviting me to feel its boobs

Which is okay I suppose

But now I’m being followed by a rain cloud

That’s smiling horribly in sinister mode

Slipping anti-depressants in to its thin mouth

And telling me, ‘By the way, oh, oh,

I didn’t tell you did I?

Albert Einstein is a frog’



ABRAHAM LINCOLN POEM


Whisk the pudding real good

Point that laser at the ghost

You’re falling in to a hole

I’m sharing a bong with Jabba the Hut

I have nothing to say (but he’s v. sexy)

And I’m looking up at the night sky now

With a KFC bucket stuffed on my head

So I can’t see anything

Three trolls in a car with light sabres

On the way to a party in a giant mushroom

And mice are tinkering around on the moon

And they’re tinkering around other places too


A mouse is wearing an Abraham Lincoln hat on the moon

Perhaps the most respected president of all time

I want mummy to fix my Pokemon

That statue of Abraham Lincoln is murmuring

Some mice are agreeing about something on the moon

I’m falling in to a hole in my Abe Lincoln hat

I’m in love, eating KFC with Jabba the Hut

Bucket head and Abraham Lincoln are crying

Moving through the grey, dense air

On another Tuesday evening



JULIAN


Julian’s creepy moustache

Is laughing at the barbecue

Julian has v.creepy tits

He is doing hits from the bong

With a depressed Julian

Julian’s elbows started laughing

When he saw a Jaguar

Driving a Ferrari

His hands were screaming

And laughing again

Julian said ‘Hi’ to Gonzo

Gonzo said, ‘Hi’ back

His kidney felt like

It was playing a harp

And earlier Julian remembered

Crying in a supermarket



J-LOW


A pink face blows a green bubble

In a kind of decline, sad and echoing

There’s a daffodil with a moustache

Sitting here with me, and we lack clout

We watch E.T. smoking a big cigar

And he’s looking out to sea and at the sky

While wolves murmur in restaurants at dusk

Drinking four cups of coffee in a row

And it’s raining strawberries outside

And some of them are banging on the window

And saying hello as they drop

Every one of them has a plan



BEETHOVEN POEM


There’s a hazy kind of light

Up in the mountains at this time of year

A man in a bunny suit stands

Before a burned out Cadillac

Beethoven is sitting next to a giant ant

In an open topped Cadillac

People are pouring fruit smoothies

Over a gorilla in a cage

And spray painting it different neon colours

The ant and Beethoven pull out their Uzi’s

And start spraying everything in sight

They spray the gorilla

They spray the guy in the bunny suit

The gorilla explodes inside the cage

Beethoven and the ant are crying

Beethoven wipes Beethoven’s eyes

Sad noises vibrate between Beethoven’s lips

The ant laughs a bit

And opens a bottle of beer




(Adam J Maynard lives in Oxford (UK). His work has appeared in Lamination Colony, Robot Melon, Pineapplewar, Spooky boyfriend, Surgery of Modern Warfare, Zembla, Purple, Kill Author, The Corduroy Mtn, Pangur Ban Party, West Wind Review and others. His book of short fiction Stumble was published by Pulp Books. He edits the short fiction/ poetry site My Name is Mud. A book of his poems, Green, has recently been published by My Name is Mud Books. www.adamjmaynard.com

www.mynameismud.co.uk

www.vampireonthemoon.blogspot.com)