Potato takes longer when not on –

Confuchiasaid…

…Adolf Hitler, Bob the Builder, Sting, and Fu Manchu

Etruscan verandas, Chessington zoo, trams and a Boy called Sue…

Meanwhileaway…

In the belly of the quintessential beast:

One mo! I must bare my feet, take off socks,

Step deftly into scalding, saline soup

Wherewithin…

Wild Dogmen, blood axed racketeers, them sort;

Merged into angry bellowing crash waves

Trading, pillaging, raping, and knitting.

Heel touches first through steaming steam dipping down.

I shiver, goose pimples bloom, tender soles

Softly settling into purple water…

Middle-aged callow chants and chick pea stew.

Lukewarm Ointment smoothed in careworn lost eyes.

Hind-sighters rushing after scornful truth.

Saps still raking moon under the morning

Maple syrup

The cosmic chime of sub-atomic car clock

Inspired (drove) Samantha to yellow tears.

Fred Carnage clutched boiling plastic cocoa,

felt for her a lot: Why was that then ouch?

Bingo! It was Bloody Yule of course.

Her in fatigues sporting a bazooka,

he recalled, sipping with care…

The logo of Mothercare, in mist subsumed.

They shared the memory of a teenage pregnancy

A rollicking remembrance of a rampant ride for Fred.

The nightmare of an unmarked hospital grave for Sam.