The Fluster
sunflower rainbow
deluge – scarce ten minutes one
autumn after cheese
© October 2016
sunflower rainbow
deluge – scarce ten minutes one
autumn after cheese
© October 2016
Lord Bolivia of Oyster Bars,
a catcher on the fly—
Sounds an egregious cove
to my mind, will I be
surprised by His colour?
His timbre? His thunder?
He scowls well in fluent Spanish.
Oooh-get you sailor, he once
queened—sibyllated in
purest Catalan
Hissy gayphobes are
so passé dontya find?
…It transpired his great aunt
Beryl did a trick or
Two for the Old King to boot.
A sheer bloody fluke, then?
Really must get cerebral…
Be less Catatonian
Prohibitive, yeah?
Is that what you’re getting at?
Indubitably
Playwright of the Western World
Slumped, grubby, glum
droll crestfallen mountebank
Listening to words
in tinny sweatshop headphones
getting excited
Outside this rusty window
Scarlet fuschias droop in hope
under rampant brambles.
Gormless cruel October stalks
This is some crumbling hillfort
In the middle of muddle
Some sub-primeval
Lambent semi-detached hovel
Mortgaged up to the eyeballs
My name is sometimes Gormley
Quine, Drake, Bagehot or Maggott
Depends who you are
My lipstick is lopsided
I never got the knack of it
Or tying shoelaces
Time, place & action
Provide diversionary tactics
Frame by frame by frame…
