Honky Tonk Shaman…
by grimbeau
Timidly in new boots & scanties
Checking through messages
Lost in space in time
Pull blinds back…one two three cars
Unusual: three suspect pallets
strew non-conformist corners
heads jack-knifed on thin ice
black hole spills its load
All is quiet on New Year’s Day
Repeats on me like
Suspect mackerel
Wished my nostrils
happy birthday
Instead of New Year
Onset doolally
Or transubstantiation?
The clue lies in the carpet—
Cleopatra is present
If not quite with it
Still beggars can’t be choosers
& Donald where’s your trousers?
The wind blows high blows low
Over hollow land
Silly Land
“Scanties” eh? You’re no better than a heaving, panting, rutting beast of the field at the end of the day are you? ARE YOU, DAMN YOUR BLASTED EYES SIRRAH!
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Nurse! The screens…ooh-ah
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