Pishogue
Cyril Sloth ate all
through the tempest
spanking the panes,
whipping the shrubs,
wiping the eyes of
Sussex and Cypress
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Scroodles
January 9, 2015
Buenoventura Durrutti
Teal unreal
on that charred
Hard clay night.
Thinks: worms lap
sun-drenched blood
On midday grass
No buttercups grow there.
True iguana weather: no cicadas.
Another good skin shed.
January 9, 2015
Catacombic
Rustles rumble;
Murmurs gruff;
Whistles whet;
Bristle thistle…
A thrill frisson
flowers
like quicksilver
January 9, 2015
Cuban Heels
The mist lifts, revealing droopy,
vernal, Amazonian gloop.
Parallax, do my eyes sin?
In the clearing, by the wheelie- bin
The sure sign of alien matter
on the ground,
Gin Pink, silver-bowed, twenty some.
Beside these espadrilles, wellies, moccasins,
Clogs, Hush Puppies, Wellingtons…
Meaningful action of a sort,
concrete intent shown
But no feet in sight to date,
A gradual escalation,
Built on compromise,
a virtuous circle of footwear
Like a fairy ring,
a presence in the region.
Something’s afoot
Nearing completion
After the socks,
come the feet and arms.
January 9, 2015
Erazed
Cool plus
the art of cool:
Isometrics
‘woman’s grudge is
women’s definition’
pink chink
on a chin,
a sliced face
to sew:
True.
The camera
is the woman.
It never lies.
January 9, 2015
Port Said
In place of dreams:
Streams.
Steam Packet
Steams
Big white
SS Hooper
Smiles
Mallards dive South
In Autumn
Turin shrouded
hemp sack fog
vanished
Will there be Candles?
Yes or No –
Combustion
January 9, 2015
Laundry
Good, that stopped the table wobbling!
Went out for a quiet garden moment,
just as I was warming in the soft sun
of early autumn, the army commenced
lawnmower war next door. Disappointed my
plans were scuppered, but undeterred to gain
nothing from my venture, I fetched the washing
from the line and back indoors, though failing
to spur the idle into action, I
consoled myself with the thought of green socks.
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