Mayhap a Schnitzel?
Tennisison:
Eastbourne ladies
sing this song:
Do-da-do-da-dei.
Torment ferments,
crystallizes,
like ice and glass.
Lapis Lazuli Sky
Attila the Flotilla’s back with
a looking-glass, seeing-eye dog,
Anna Cornucopia,
myths of lanky dogend.
Mystical hollow children
call from the far horizon:
‘give me love or give me love.’
Now,
A medicine ball props me up.
I find myself on a purple furlough
from San Drunken to Alchotraz:
fatter, stupider, floundering
wondering
Why –
which is always a stupid question,
as I well know
(should know better
but don’t).
Regrets?
I’ve hand a few…
Perm-interrupt of daydin,
blight noise,
like thistledown,
calls me down for
an absinthe
and
an anchovy.
Stubborn as
stillborn longhorn,
I wrastle with my conch shell
and succumb
Whoops!
A post
Apocalypse
Calypso
Dust.
Sun Ra.
Free jail.
Cordelia
Blimey
O’Reily
Red
Buttons Mushrooms
Grimbeau 