Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
a face full of kites & whites
all plot lost to angst
Sorted out my window sill
Nothings mission crept
anguish swept away substance
stupid hat cant rant
House of Teeth beneath
The North face of The Ogre!
Daily melanoma gobshites
West of Eden seething:
bleeding all the way to the tank…
*
day dawns grey pink crazy haze
dream genie quits bird for bottle
torpid rush hour to Squit City.
slow sleepy jet trails backward.
Solitary blackbird yawns
when you have read this
check top of head for gaps
Yes?
You just did a pome
No?
Better luck next time
Luncheon:
one scotch egg
& one pack of
Ready Salted
Crisp Potatoes
Al Disco…
Dunnock patrol sweeps
up the lawn prior to snotty
entrance of the Queen of Shebang
Gormless positivity crowds threw some punters out
Embedded Jasper stones in troubled foreheads
—As if brecciated third eyes squint
Mineral deficiency remedy mercifully
Fizzes in blue silica
Uncle of the bride makes wind of it
A virtuous thermal is suchly born
Magic lurks in fits and starts you see
Fragile as dovecote earrings percieved by
Pageboys scatter ricicles on tympani thrums
Jerry built his house for doom and duplicity
Here loud mother superior stalks our bogus moves
Here also Stock Doves henpeck petrified garden gnome ads
but then it is Wednesday
after all is said: undone your fly
~
blue murder is an optional eXtra
vaguer notions involve plenty steps
mississippi mud pies promise
sanguinity & toast ungainly
underwater table tennis
constitutes just one ding that springs to mind
also: must mend t h a ts l o w puncture
~
synchronized slumming it merely
keeps the blighters off the streets
after a feed of pilates & fries
giant fleas and mice of the Caribbean
Prance in light elastic pumps & daisies
or bristle a frisson with shaven ravens
tipping away at venality between long wet slogs
through warm soft mulchy tissue
then we all fall round gurgling
gambolling precociously jammed with
lamb’s toothy daughter—nun other thanks
Caroline of Brunswick
Who brazen breaks into a piggy bank
& scoffs the Hottentot of it
~
Moanwhile…
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
Gotterdammerung opens!
The end of the world as they know it.
This afternoon my unquenchable thirst
is accompanied by a mind made of puppy fur
There is energy, but it is all over the place,
thin and wayward, dry and soggy, like those ill
-kempt meadows or ruffled lawns. Making meadows is
no laughing matter: neither is the end
of the world, no matter whose
A funny thing happened the other day, but I missed it.
Troy fell again
it appears
It barely got a mention
With all that was going on
Round here
What with the weather changing
The permanent fishy smell
The limping gormless misfit
~
As a ballerina in transition
from one side to other there is one question
I get asked above all others
And that is
‘Have you met with much resistance?
I can say hand on heart
‘Little’ without fearful contradiction
But I care not a jot in my summer frock
Running amok
fetching Apricock
Wanted: serial blogger for crimes against humanity salary negotiable inflexible hours
Emma stood blank in half-eight demi-light thinking causes for one shit up & two shits below: stale toast, ancient Camembert, fatty olives, decaying salad, egg & chips, late night salmon, oily roast root vegetables, midsummer nectarine, squashy pears, rich cream cheesecake, bottle of white wine, after eight mints, dirty glasses, yes, dirty glasses…
Dirty bedclothes full of stale flu-sweat, skin flakes, dandruff, and smokey house dust
Sink full of dirty dishes, greasy black hob, sticky fingers, slimy forboding corners, swampy miasma, fairy lights hanging from the dogroses.
Handel’s Water music strutted on the wireless. Which came first, thought Emma, the water or the fireworks? Was it linear or circular? Either way it was always the same old Handel. How very reassuring. Not.
The last two weeks had oozed bad news.
9.34
Radio daze…
10.58
No post or calls? Not yet. Have a think. Check your incoming. Read about writing. Perhaps more radio. Tidy the kitchen. Why me? I’m a cripple. A raspberry ripple. Wheelchair Bound. Simon and Garfunkel.
11.04
A sudden burst, a rat-ta-tat, six minutes at least it lasts. Nothing moves but these twisted fingers on the keyboard. A radio monologue describes an airport encounter. John Mortimer.
Namedropper, that’s what I’ll call it. namedropper. James Joyce Carol Oates.
A Friday in October.
Sounds awesome.
afridayinoctober…
nearly gave in there. The urge to blog. SOS to the world #3064…fills the time & I like it. quiet. Just the radio. Me & the Radio. The wireless. The Other Girl by John Mortimer, that’s what it was. Calls? Check for incoming. Clean up. Put the kettle on. Polly.
13.36
Foodless and fancy food means cook sausages—will it be with chips?
Afternoon dawns grey mass dormant air leaves dampen droop slump
Weather report done.
H-bomb calls about F-bomb. Emmer Greensward, Reading. The long haul begins. Chips or the full Monteverdi? Tough call, tough, tough calll…
—Trim your beard, you slob
—In the fullness of thyme, Master. The fullness of thyme.
Get out some haddock to deforest. Is this a hangover or just bog standard gastro-enteritis? No fried eggs, no chips. Green salad, Tabasco, shallots, spinach…
Euphoria
post-traumatic stress
disorder after reading
eschatology
& occasional diamonds
waiting four years omnibusk
Grimbeau 