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October 13, 2015

Twenty Four Hours from Pulsar

Heading upon three daylight,

Seems as dry as three nightlight.

Them crows sat rigid in sighing twilight.

Me, stuck fretting again

Waiting for the wheelwright.

~

‘Your universal joint’s gone west,

its serious, I’ll do my best.’ He frowned.

The tension is killing me

so I kick it back hard in the nuts.

It bolts.

You could not see its heels for dust.

‘I’ve cracked it!’ groaned the wheelwright straightening up.

‘You had pre-stressed oil: now you ain’t.’

I danced with joy, it started raining.

I only know the rain dance.

~

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October 13, 2015

Mr Monroe

After the success of death

The Death of a Salesman

Hollywood beckons Arthur

To take a view from the bridge

Marry a misfit

Sport big screen glasses

Open necked turkey thin man

Playing black crucible spoons

A legend in someone’s lunchtime

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October 13, 2015

Go Buddy

Early lunch, no breakfast today.

Liver and bacon,

opaque oil wet onions,

a small wedge of pear,

and the bloody celts

all over the telly:

golden smelly barbars,

firewheels of dire consequence,

cold spaghetti carbonara,

topped off with the chief kulak’s scalp.

Peaches!

Going for a swim under the ice,

feeling the brill krill electrify my skin

in vast passing shoals.

My life as a camera

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October 13, 2015

Biffo the Bear

Warm, nose running, cold, copious

In black hoody enveloped,

liver & bacon,

apples and pears,

red, red wine.

~

Eight o’clock rock.

Tissue time, issue time.

Watch telly, last night’s telly, the good stuff

I missed after hiding from Crimewatch,

after liver and bacon,

apples and pears,

liver and bacon,

apples and pears.

Red, red wine

~

This morning’s been cosy,

snug and comfortably dumb.

The news is the news of the news.

Immodium is the message.

Red, red wine

before liver and bacon,

apples and pears.

~

Took me some fizzy codeine

to quell the enema insurrection.

Quarter past nine and nobody’s stirring.

A cold, clear Tuesday, the thirteenth day of Oktober,

two thousand and fifteen years since

liver and bacon

apples and pears

red, red wine

~

My needs today are simply defined,

a pack of tobacco & a feed of red wine.

Liver and bacon, apples and pears.

That’ll suffice for now, Mr Gingerman.

Sufficient unto the day, the evil thereof.

Then the rest is herstory.

Got so out of it she ceased to exist.

After liver and bacon

Apples and pears

Red, redwine

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