Gasman Under Gurney Tree
dispels turbulent air
gently fall on wet asphalt
imperilling blackwater :
P e r I l — (I is a big blossom)
a silver skein rupture exposes
a galleon twig trapped on emerald sea —
such schisms split serenity asunder
As wide skies open
Ground rents increase
on coppiced picket lines
flaked out nudes pass by conversing in pink gauze tropes
— only fools left to endure incremental sedation
sifting through twisted space junk
left to plunder the sparse first light
observing rooftop silhouettes
crawling on a chocolate rhombus
There a pollarded alp
stumps up crumbly chimney stumps
Like an old decapitated toblerones
sernaded by a jackdaw circus
The rigid khaki wrack stacks start to wobble
precariously perched atop
A faggot burden is cast away
Down a crumbledown Ambleside mountain
a little fat boy wanting outies
Writhes as Cader Idris sizzles
protesting the right to skedaddle
onrushing scree flurries overlap
to wreak havoc & rage & rumpus
Stay indulge the happy prospect of an avalanche
confined to poxy screenplay dross
deemed unfit for family funsters
cross legged scrammed by yapping seagulls
as winging blackbirds sure drive folks
grinding up anthracite briquettes
freed up from coal shed solitary
A modest refinement to desire
converting them to coking coal
hatching audacious escape plans
embrace a sudden urge to defaecate
running out of temper tantrum
silence is compromised by
A HOST OF GIANT HYACINTHS
O Calcutta coal shed
Paradelia drips on stone porchway
overflowing gutters ebb
an ardent dew lapped overnight
Farley Hill now rests in peace
The square left to merge
In flaccid repose close to hibernation;
dreamtime in the shires; nighlights dazzle field mice;
chess fielders enjoys a slight reprise;
a clay pipe of old grey, a buoyant cottage loaf, a mix of
influences to enjoy…will there be a pmqs? my eyes are getting worse. artificial light a must. it was still dark at seven thirty;
a heavy twilight; not long till the clocks go back; how long ago did I get paid; thoughts of open fires and foaming
pints vanish come eleven; all that getting ready…
two fizzies dropped in tap water. a shot of cranberry the second time round. If red candles on: blue candles off;
back to fresh dream bed for breakfast;
hoover up, as in stairs, aboveness the location; where server updates spoof disease; do people work in real time?
Cautious Emma always slides on wet stuff. Catch a nasty chill out in this she will; clouts recommended are clouts rejected;
stroppy forty-three-year olds; internalized know all’s detect from far the sound of distant sausages impeding progress on the jaunty loaf of life; southsouth west an alarm wails, a dog yaps–is clipping time come round again? Perhaps a minor accident
On the grubby outskirts. a bypass roundabout gridlocked seethes; trepidatious revs resound; that bloody alarm is getting on my tits; just having a wee write i was; not many around so took the chance
nobody seems to want disturbing; what a bloody bore; getting on with it, they call it; doing the rounds of the daily grind; now the bloody engines choking;
This henry lark, he repeated: is it really all about Lydia? Endless reruns of screens pace necromancies. Life goes on streaming without you know. Vomit–see what comes up whole
Enjoy the ride. Best you can sober stay that is it could prove novel. truth is i am off it keeps. regular hours did it hands up. Fixity of purpose. No more delusions of grandeur. The good old nine to five.
A creative in a canvas sandpit sustained by holograms of angels feather dusting tramps of gruffly…
a good bit later it would seem, sun going down, the radio voice of Evan Davis rabbits on explaining things for lesser species in a friendly tone that no one in their right mind trusts
Everybody carries an agenda in their portfolio nowadays Young Cheroot she said looking for a hook to grab me with. To sweep me up and carry me off while at the same time you maintain staying put is a canny trick, calmly intrusive, yet stubbornly resisting further tales of jellied eels and cyanide.
Return from elsewhere once again bearing only a keen clean presentience of an inner voice previously unheard thus impossible to speak of in external narratives; a new voice slushing pumping ironic pellucid entropy only to give way when you enter the tranquil hours unimpaired by must be’s;
some say self-compassion works both ways; they say it’s good to talk to invisible friends and to say i worry such a lot and know they understand and freak the same way to when they see no way out but up; but here in the lonely world there is just the hideous smell of dreamtime in the shires.
five-line entries, four-line whips, cat o’nine nails, catacombs, catamites, catatonics–not my kind of cruise ship the SS Sadist. Still whatever floats your boat at these prices that which don’t disturb the horsiest riding rough shod over rippling waves ignore the gentle thud of slugs hitting sackbuts; tax haven never on yer nelly; eye open for the main chance mind make a run for it across the non-existent border washed by all waters;
one finds occupation of the crease involves focussed awareness to achieve the desired outcomes
Celtic knots do my head (think upside the box); midday shakedown, let the blood flow
crimson rivers of chicken livers; five lie whip transgression; respect the rules to break
them, just play the bloody game for once. Abide by unwritten rules of bleak estrangement
Storm lashed night, thunder and lightning from the north; sunny morn. no milk delivered,
Drawing lurid conclusions– twisted metal, milky puddles, ravaged hats distressed by blast
no real vision to speak of; sloth unprovoked to rise in spite of prophecy. Read some myth
for illumination. Nursing due at some stage. Shower or Scuba. Nose pegs and air freshener
hide corruption. Standards increasingly low. Nowt gets done if you stay abed.
End of broadside…
Another ninety minutes that transformed a toe and brought disaster to a flawed grandmaster who
failed to understand what was under his nose. From the frozen seas of Ross up an endless
glazier we were aware the horses would be eventually sacrificed for some greater good
Why this need to make do? To prove a cake will rise? Curling up time in forget me knots
Celebrating weepy time down south. Florence Rightangle squares the circle. A marmut grabs the spotlight inside a paintbox aware horses would be sacrificed under my nose while being distracted by smoke knots of dreek derangement of lettuce
IMAGINE a handful of bitesize nuns
grinding and eschewing smutty windowsill gunk
Winnowy as wheat gets beat from from dusty chaff;
a’harvesting for instant potassium me doubty lords;
ill and non directed groups share no such similarities;
no such what as absolutes in such matters of incidental friction
THE manipulation of a squashy universe of racketeers,
eye catching bogus schemes and brutal intrigues:
That’s Life—thats Happitalismus chapesses;
so sundry fictive people say
Lesbian pyrates run amuck!
Caution passing rubber duck
–just look the other way if you know what’s good for you;
plenty more lying around to fill your brambled mind with;
such as…such as…such as…
* it is worth noting that the child whose father refused to purchase a bow wow succumbed to her injuries
as a wallflower met a sticky end stood up too close to the warm glow of endless possibility
grip it firmly shake it hard squeeze each last drop out grasshopper
rigid condensed uptight desperate dabblings in matters
outwith all known comprehension clearly aren’t your forte
Just got light attack– aqua, tourquoise, hoodwinked moon ;
optimistic widows admit bird chirps & freshly risen air;
early worms give up dull ghosts & head for air conditioned dayjobs;
DUP hold out for Juul tides, white riders & moonlit oceansides
prearrange red handshakes in vacant dayglo barns;
many the slip twixt cup and lip .
Itching to get on with it. It.
Awayday from bondage incarnate.
Aweigh ye chocks. Aweigh wiya…
PIGMENTS call the shots
IN THE bOOK OF Kells:
first dip a hairy stick in mud,
apply it so a stippled surface,
discover Bob’s your uncle.
oak apples dissipate in gallotanic acid
give us warm blacks to quaff;
watch miniver coalesce in a squirrel’s chuff;
insular scripture drives you nuts in the end;
twenty layers of glaze captures skin tones for posterity
better hang around to see what happens…
final thoughts on the present sound very much like the first; dayshift looming large; missed first half an hour of eugenics gruppe;
Wind up time begins; much to do today; wear fluffy slippers, sup green tea, glow
Times and dates are as valid as fog; posted the week to Henry the Blog to give the whole wide world the kind of week its been down here
in the funny farm. Crazy horses, daffy ducks, and the rest–but to get by you gotta keep going; no use sitting back wary and frit
The cows need a milk and the hens need a feed and for that there’s no avoiding out.
So rain or snow out we go forth in summer as in winter.
You just walked off, never wrote, got in touch, that was it, as if it never happened, left me here, no wonder, bit lost, up to nothing much as if you care
just sat here surfing bored shoeless
sunday already…clocks back next week, jazz requests insist on a scat and ology split; juss writin’ lighnin’
–is there a law against it yet?
Don’t give them any ideas man. they’d sell you hooves and quirt
two days pass eventfully in an egyptan loo called Caspar Shithauser von Brexit to lower blood pressure
break away from planet hypochondria; nice cupppatea & digestive biscuit; espy carers colluding in the street;
patterns link together; thirty nine found dead in a container at a business park in Hayes near Horrible Harlow
TRUTH BE never knuckled down to much
two and a half hours up; took p/k’s, bb’s & cc’s; unburthened due to irregular stodgeness ( abounds); drew dots & lines;
still very dark at seven; winter leap forward coming soon; death truck overkill; so much to take in; complicate all issues; no
incursions planned; oh for a clear head!
drifting down for liquid tea & sour dough toast and narcoleptic sleep; the thirty nine were Chinese and froze to death in a porcelain container; three months is a week in politics;
grids & short stories filled the cranium, and cardiography, oh yes, that appointment, next week cascular–
dirsctions of travel, screens and contrapptions, data to share etcetera, etcetera…
The task before you
is to take the mood of last years
winning of the esteemed competition and tell it from a
fresh perverted angle, let’s say wobbly omniscient for starters…
‘Three insistent knocks distracted him, the dog went off soon after.
He got up and saw the small white van: the opioids had made it through.’
Earlier on while watching Idol on Parade, musing on Bowie’s heroes,
and working out when exactly the truck full of dead Chinese bought it,
he had taken an opioid to kill the pain in his oracular toe.
The original is a story of divorce and reconciliation, a portrait of a re-appointment,
which wherein when the drugs took hold ended in an implausible aircrash caused by
a wayward majenta drone, collapses in hysterics;
Fate, predestination, and indolence hide in waiting
all contained in a white lozenge that disintegrates in water.
He drew the grid for a celtic knot haphazardly.
There were no children involved in this thought esperiment.
They had perished the night they lost it
racing to not miss the last boat leaving.
What did it matter now?
There is still water under the bridge.
Beware! Loose Chippings and
That was the best thing she said
So those grids and tall stories was all again. Puff. Play chess vicar relax chill out…
Cold below, muddy paws, back door agape, six presses on the remote, does the trick. Read a partial list of the saved. My task to
improve it. Dance time: foxtrot cum bosa nova. Read again…
‘These things happen’, said Martha,’You are the subject. Let’s eat.’
A working lunch.
What do you mean no nibbles ; no says the little man; was that the real cause. The aetiology; was it really just five pints? Fizzbuzz of issues. Higgledus Piggledus.
Corpus of Whoppers, toad up and bleating, sheepish in a deepish way; late afters proffers full sky sunsplash (wholly hour after);
soft city commuters meltdown; eponymous–offices, chard, gherkin, cantaloupe; smell of old man’s pissoire; Getting down to pesky modern
brutishess; days off between engagements do slf critique; grand old opry dress rehearsals; spirit of indifference goes viral;
fat old sun on back beats all. Quiet whisper assignation. Enjoy as long as poss. Departure lunges heave; seat of one’s pants airways goes pop;
bumptious in Bermuda; soon find out in stir; blueberry muffin eruption…swinish purple people holding hands; inkspot revivalists launch a
whispering cars talk behind your back; rabbit in the headlights, waving a red flag; must be summat up. Incident report, Little black bookie.
Small change got busted. Right place; right time. Round up the usuals; chuch ’em in the cut. Leave to fester.
World remaining out there shrank by one iota overnight, a heroine bowed and bloodied rises, sporting a theatrical limp, rough sea rolling gait–penny for them? Make it snappy. Alligator bap, ham and mustard;
no open fire prepared, little black mark against; having a haircut , sloe gin coming. All about sleaze. Dark unberbellies. The Loon of Gloom–available for hire,
devastate your friends; no money back guarantee, Sign along the dittoed loan. £ 5/7d old money. A Ploughman exits. Coprophagia.
Blue malachite takes the bickies. Food & Drink…the later works of Charles Kingsley. Ballantyne’s Coral Island Westward hoocus pocus.
Letting off stemmers…will you ever? High wind in Jamaica. Fairly blows your coconuts free of moorhens. Down on poverty farm.
Sucking on a sand eel: a sign, I tell you. Mo Robinson turned up the radio to drown the screaming coming from the ashtry.
Twenty guards go howhere these days. Fool’s game. Quit. Easier done than said. Pnuemoconiosis. Blue scar highbrow,
inflicted by a rum set puncheon. Whole village turned out. Orders from the Gaffer.
A long way from the Titanic to here. Time I ask you. Why then smack the elephant? Is there one in the room? If noy why not say.
In a swamp you drown exceeding slow. How loud can you scream? So many hypotheticals make for a seige mentality. Too scared to go out
to vote. You will get stabbed on cctv.
succumbed to brownies after curry; fell foul of a spartan diet of bauhaus pharmaceuticals on wry
Observe four milk bottles; an open window; smell of rashers; water running; think i disappeared
This october is…muddled/ mud led…
fruit tree fell flat on the path overnight, Sis.
What’s worse is the clipper needs a flint
the hog has got a limp and they’re showing Colonel Blimp again–
think I made a good move there, Sis
Building up defences. barriers against incoming assaults, oncoming insults…
Rambling yanks selling themselves, haggling, hassling, making it happen get you
edible cities, orwellian flaneurs kick up little fuss, wallowing in transience, the real
estates on power thrive within, switching off your phone helps, a foot in the door
every time you look at it, the hustling
England beat they All Blacks fair and square
Yoga Granma pops her clogs aged ninety five
I got a girlfriend whose paler than that
in a certain light. People like clever rudeness
it sells, shifts product, makes life worth it…unbearable
all that dross to watch on the box
just aint got time for that
fretting wrecked pursued
wracked by doubtful bladder
making blood from madder
pigment well no matter what they tell ya
limped over four hundred before the big picture started– The Boyz from Brazil if you must know
twenty three a time on average; things change when the little orange kite appears
luck of the typing error; randon chance meets strangers talking shop; never call
them twitcherism people who vibrate a lot or you will get a well deserved cudgelling
for you troubles
Is that any way to talk to the leader of the free world?
Gruffalo Gals slough round and subside in sunlight
coronated silhouettes; Coltrane’s joy de vivre plays
a love supreme parts one and two banished for being boring…
not that I claim to be a barrel of laughs just now
scratching round for a gentle inn to get out off on
Perhaps a long deep breath of fresh will turn a leaf to grass
out of the blue
flyer in the hallway flops,
squalid mop and bucket affair,
a golden sunset lurks,
burnt okra radio silence
maintained throughout proceedings
This chink went on nigh an hour
a tranquil afternoon in a rustic shire,
window left wide open
to catch the waft of pizza dough,
not a hint of breeze to pour scorn on,
the venerable old guttersnipe opposite got taken
away by big yellow rickshaw this morning.
She had looked fine to me last Tuesday
when i found out my heart was on the blink
Dark news at five thirty;
now that lie in feels a cheat;
no dinner round;
could lose a few pounds i suppose;
less to carry out
less trouble for all involved;
nearly said concerned. that would have been
presumptious of me.
weasel words and upfront rhymes
sip sups of sea and blow your mind
Called Minnie, sexchanged horror stories, fleshed bone and bled out for punic consumption. She sounded bonny. It’s gone eleven and the day is furtive– like docile tabby cats
Parcel arrives by zero hours human drone…
fresh lung in a foreign tongue; chess plummets apace,
need to press on elsewhere (shake a leg, stir a dreg, fry an egg…)
Applause, sincerely long applause,
marks a pause between moments,
in this rarely gripping performance of something
or other by Liszt fom the uncomfortably reupholstered
pews of the Fairfield Halls in Croydon.
Up far too early, three or four depending on your leanings;
man dies like song in desert
; Radio silence prevails: car revs, door slams, gate hasp rattles. bronchial gasp, heating goes on, light fades to white spot…
this aint workin’… (now you tell me!)
all day wandrin’
moats and dragons
Date rope adjudication;
le living on the march I see;
a cook’s tour of brain softened cities;
keep it coming
bring it off Hoss
Rage always follows minor upsets;
Grenfell ghosts & crusty dredd;
all falls yet nothing falls,
all is permitted so
nothing is admitted
ecumenical with the truth
on this your election day…English Bob
Tamara Tapioca Tacita Dean Dream…radio face; cinema mind–funny by gaslight; smoke filled tombs;
lusting nicotine; gotta give her up; tobacco model; reflective twist of pleasure; swept up outsides, twelve steps
here twelve steps there–it soo adds up over the day. What were you getting at. Stop smoking walk more breath deep
use you wits wise up save money move on…
Banjaxxed House of Atreus, a long line of horribles, black pudding eaters indulgants of the long pig, supping sweet mead from a black ram’s
norm of plenty, abandoned land off Elis island, a place where squid and teapots thrive, bartered for a hen’s tooth by a passing fury,
ground zero on which to build unreal estates,
from which to go out and multiplex, little island hoppers launch campaigns to rid the world of ogres. lycanthropes and
foibles of the weird after watching Harry Potter and the Lughole of Wax…
Sunset of Halloween, Number Thirteen in full raven glory. make sure we got goodies, or forfeit conceit…
Breakfast with Boris sent me reeling in the dark; marginalised, off the page, rain swipes; showered it later, toe looking rough,
hospitals are for heroes with death wishes; back to bed, back to reality; rain drives, night falls, at chess I lose, listening to a
plaintive Diane portrayed by Chet. Want out of it. Want into it. Just don’t want it just now. An inconvenient moment for hope.
Antigone nicked for traffic violation. A partidge falls from Daedulus Towers. The culprit flees to Crete.
Why so low? Did not go and face the musak of humming dumbing gadgets, the percussion of arythmic heatrbeat, the humiliation
of underground car parks. Will I live to regret forever? Self compassion aint my stock in trade. Empathy is for others
more deserving than I. Sacrificial limbs poke out of the glassy fish pond, above the mesh is awash with redwings, the is wholesome
muesli over priced. Learn to forget forgivingly.
England out classed on misjudgement day, on the wrong end of a whupping. Late to arrive at the match could have played a part, Huge writes baloney
poor chess spawns anger & rage, inner mountain inflamed requires quenching or air to fan the fire; do nowt weekends are killers;
sullen zilch predates oneness…
events unspeakable: childhood scripts, teenage heroines, unsympathetic caricatures, milk of human kindness soon turns sour
goes off in the sunsplash optimism of good times round the corona; joycey wordsplurge auto scroodles reveal slips of tongue and groove;
look for a hanger on to besmirch; smarty pantisockracy; he who rools the roost makes the weather wince; the purpose of this visit–bad night greets
aftermath, open the doors and windows wide, receive inquisitors at love towers; sweet love of pure rapids over running cataracts.