…floorsucker churns, provokes
gaspings and breathings
safe depthiness is spored
making me splutter
like a pudgy, tetchy baby.
This grief hugs me hollow.
fig lungs implode:
Lites
Bladderwrack
& oyster beards
strangle raddled eyes
Blasted by terror
we stare in mirrors
for escape not reflection.
Look there only when
lamp posts resemble fate.
Eggs boil not poached fore a changeling
& anna bun dance ov culd sweetmeat carved craythur combobulatio ob pink chicken squirrel, Black Forest Gurty Torso & Tyrolean yodellin’ hamstrings, incomplete minus granary seed thatched toast to hourmaker: Der Mood Molecule
Make me happy. it smiles
today again, s(un breaks through grey gloom.
Limbs visibly loosen- Eeks & Yipes
On the evergreen awks
Of Bar Baloney.
By Gum! Real gone quince ate duvet. The chancery of that!
Must go.
Elephant stick pot in the offing (door knock echoes in mosaic hall)
Once in a lunchtime (talking heads poke noses through letterbox flaps?)
Bargain Hunts a freebie. Michaels on the Micky-Takers. Quakers on the Rum
‘Wing it nut my bast advice. Hise up in the cistern.’
‘Do-dah-do-dah-dada-dray:
Roll up, roll up!’
Lamp blacked,
eyeless equine figurine
On top of
odd Algarve shell cluster,
Rococo Chanel
Majolica,
Mickey Finns
Depictions:
…puce nouveau water, juice of absinthe,
oil slick oil, ugly carved frame, smoothly rugged
turned, crude carved canopy, gold leaf burnished,
house well-furnished, arsenic green crafted…
We
cut it up for toothpicks
and firewood.
Sent it up in smoke.
From the diaspora fug something comes.
A startled hobby horse made of old, iron bikes
painted frilly and
Twinkling
Grimbeau 