Fate pops by

Gameshow Host

blue murder is an option
vaguer notions involve plenty
mississippi mud pie
sanguinity & toast
underwater table tennis
constitutes just one
ding that springs to mind
also: mend s l o w puncture
synchronized slumming it
keeps the blighters off the streets
after pilates & fries
fleas and mice of the Caribbean
Prance in light elastic pumps
or bristle with shaven ravens
tipping away at venality
between long wet slogs
through warm soft tissue
then we all fall round gurgling
gambolling precociously with
lamb’s toothy daughter
Caroline of Brunswick
Who breaks into a piggy bank
& scoffs the Hottentot of it
Up shat creak without a Piddle
Wherein which we whet the wall
A chemical imbalance
In the Fred Astaire’s of men
My Lord is a ram jam toerag
Supinating pimply puss pot
Leaving droppings on the pantry floor
No wriggle room here to let to
Blackdog Irish ne’erdowells
So when in Go do as the Gonads
Spread a little body mass
As you doze on cheese on toast
The everso dumbed down games
Rumble to a disclosure
lack of twinkly anoraks
Thubron & Thubron Ltd
Quality prophylactics
To the monarchy
Since last I could be arsed



how’s the old voice sounding these days—
seems like ages since wanton
plaintive baritones pained
airwaves crooning broken trysts
confessing craven intrigues
hawking well odd blatant symbols
parody and downright awful yells—
when is the new album coming out
some say the best month is May
when hopes grow lofty
and memories listless
curious to see who made it through tonight

Sleep off Reason

Quite like Eliot’s Hollow Men
neither impressed nor depressed just pressed
Psst (confidence follows):
a giant ravenous fly eschews flesh
an impecunious hero
it’s yellow
leaves it clear
up to future generations
Heads full of straw, or, as the wiseacre put it:
“Full of shit and twigs”
How I laughed out loud when that first I heard
“…nobody does it sweater
makes me feel sad for the vest”
sad when sequels disappoint
that’s why you have them
like sloppy seconds

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