‘What you want’s is a kick shit
editor!’
Said Sal
‘What you needs is
A cretinous creditor!’
Sal said as
I listened in silence
‘Love me Daddy, do’
Life’s full of compromises.
We smiled.
Derailed Sunday lunch on
Whacko Acapulco juice
Cinnamon sticks
Glum multitudes
Nosey aunties
Hoe are tings on googanbarra?
Hello! Nice to meet me
You too…over and over again
In short, I’m starving
Wrecked & Lazy…
Then
(as god is my judge)
Derelict Cucumberpatch
Appeared in a silver
Killer suit
How could one not swoon?
Tilly asked with oblique reference:
‘Was Ralph Richardson
As thin as that once?’Drunk
sand like time
slipped
through my fingers
tumbling
down chiffon
fifteen golden grains
resting on my
infant toes
Sausage, bacon, tomato in a brown bap.
Crucial glider crisis talks underway –
quite a tussle by the sound of it.
Day gone shady grey,
all hangs dangling in the balance.
How to plump?
Pros outweigh cons
and vice versa.
Alternatives to impasse:
half measures, no measures, more measures.
Thorny problem, telling points on both sides.
Sweep floor: time out, pause for thought,
check for rain, wait for a sign, a determinant…
indigestion breeds procrastination
Grabbed another hour
Picking flowers on the quilt
Listening to religion
Exhaling orthodoxies
Inhaling pungent incense
Stale carcinogenic guff
The scene of the grime
Near a rock in a soft place
Called no fixed abode
Chipped enamel
Hairline fractures battered glaze
Otherwise escaped unscathed
Got off lightly close run thing
Hurricane Typhoo subsides
Tropical tempest
Blows itself away
Grimbeau 