Give me Eyes
If you can not
Sea me scooting
Making funk
Example
This
…put on a perfect hat
Blow it up
Real good
Shsshh…
Slide trombome
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If you can not
Sea me scooting
Making funk
Example
This
…put on a perfect hat
Blow it up
Real good
Shsshh…
Slide trombome
I ain’t got no right
To sing the blues
I’m not black
Or in no way proud
No Bessie Smith
Or Robeson
Still I got them
Coz of two flaps
A brain and blood
Various writhing sinew
Not to mention
Emotions
Saul went blue in the face repeating:
‘Stick it right, and I mean right
Up your sad fucking ass’
These words saddened me
As I considered
The horror of vegetables
…go learn the tricks
of the trade
of the game
then do:
Great advice
Is bound to
Disappoint like
Lurvisshness
&…
…why this concrete cross,
built on slabs set
porous and glass spectacle,
office blocks called
mum and dad and me?
Go on contact me,
tell me,
no chant or discipline
provides answers.
It is mad to ask,
says my inner voice
as I slash off my
compulsions in these words.
These ships of fools
that rundown europe
are neither good nor bad.
These are freaky things!
the more you care the more you oppress:
Excavation demands truth.
…nearly slaughtered up,
like the living dead,
blue as veins varicose,
at the piano playing
lullabies for the dammed,
I see myself and my
wild yappings crinkling
the dermis of jack shit,
like a microscopic boyle.
Outside the sun gets fresh
and daisies get bold but gleeful
Them putative naybores
after a legtime of
milly-tory surface
barbecue specious
offersome babies
this someday luncheon.
*
In plot three
frazzled shins get licked dry.
No colours available
but green and greener green,
beige fag filters and alluring dust.
*
Down the lane
A plane crashes
The day has won
another sound victory
for c’mon scents
He threw the telly out the window.
No glass broke.
It was a silent defenestration
The volume was muted.
The dog ran out for a keek,
to see if there was anything
behind the adverts
and returned unsated
with some gaudy wires
tangled up in his copious locks.
One day,
that day,
the octagonal day,
all that weather
stopped its carry on
and
we all breathed
a great sigh of relief
and
chuckled at the oddness of it.
Great Scot exclaimed
gadzooks those seedy geese
gurgled sheepishly.
Grimbeau 