Morning becomes Electric


moon & venus

Cool moon and Venus,

thick tar bipolar cable

stands in for a horizon,

shutter your left eye

frame it all in one clean

elongated myopic square

careful to include

 insignificant details-

bare rowan twigs,

fragile mildew gilded boughs,

beatified by sun,

bronzed as clean new gold.

(midwinter berries perish

in robust spring storms,

eaten by cold doves,

or down drains

flapping about

like sink spiders floundering

in numinous U-bends

under sinks

all over the world).

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The Invisible Sixth

Traffic trumps ethics clucks…read a bit, listening to gnomes & druids
Swaggering clouds puff dragon’s teethy briar pipes…
Milton in fetters, Blake O’Blumenthal.
Blake’n’Pinball—Marriage of Heaven and Hell
All time top score!

Mummblings inner cavernous sports hall near Hemel Hempstead
Mystical masterpieces…and why knitty-knot?
Kind hearted adult rage
Go follow your bliss—mental composer!

Clay, Eveline…who are you kidding, Bud?
Lazy putz, busking it, busking it sloppily
It is not writing, is it?
Just not as we know it, Radar

Smoked salmon rags,
house radish sauce &
flash green brain salad sandwich
scourge my philistine god
Afternoon preoccupied
Chewing on it
Repenting at leisure—
In the belly of the fish
Monsters! All shapes & sizes
Variety of small grain boxes
‘what d’you want today?’
The invisible sixth one




Wobbly pins today

Whacked out all night wall walker

Putting on sea legs

Walk like an Egyptian

Provides chronic ironic

Cerebral mantra

lends rhymer rhythm

on icy towpaths

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