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Ctuous der Dog:
Known, ermined
Happy said:
‘Stick done well.’
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Category: blogging
October 3, 2013
Snivelling Little Creep
Waiting on pork sausage
We were forced to skelt
willy-nilly
for mute sanctuary from
tampons confounded take on fern hill.
Tea was derationed today in fifty two.
Five eggs variously
boiled Mohr’s scale by Nanny Charperson.
Is it safe?
Can we come out?
Chai or Cha, your High Chairness?
We emerge and return
Waiting for pork sausage
Green and dying in our chains
Ding-a-Ling.
October 2, 2013
Shieldings
Coming up for Noon:
Chicken & fish purchased by Poll.
No knobby-curse, no hobby-horse…
ham & eggs ate listening as…
big con speaks: poor as piss, full of shit.
After this, fearful prospects – complex phantom
horrors hidden behind the gun-ho noises
of the head boy’s gobhead, a quake
of vile thoughts sent me, suddenly weary,
back to the warmth of my duvet.
For better, Heaney’s Beowulf bolstered my warm bed and stark head
until half three: silent, dozing, sleeping,
perhaps dreaming,
phone calls were ignored. Then up to find the house empty and open,
closed and locked the cold back door.
October 2, 2013
Oooh
DO.
wee
bark
DI
trash bin day dark
old metal pan sky,
scoured by grey blue sick traffic
air, hanging like a cowl or shroud.
Sky waits wind
to blow another shoulder
of squalor.
Dream: got up and walked away from
the dingy flint wall office;
going quicker,
just missing walls on corners.
I realize
I
am on a bicycle.
At the main road,
tourists wave from cars and campers.
I watch a couple getting horny
in the sitting room of the guest house,
I cycle in disturbing seated groups.
A small woman with tight knit jet black hair staggers backwards and falls
back
on a carpet upholstered settee laughing excitedly.
Roaming about,
people read papers.
We speak of what they are studying.
They drift off and out.
A
group are gardening for their board & lodging, pulling up shrubs and bushes.
October 1, 2013
Furlough
So, the crazies
Got scared after total wipe-out and their fears,
Which had got plain drunk on hubristic puff,
Regained their force and jumped ship sharpish, but
The past caught them up (like a shot
In the dark or Pinkerton’s chasing down Butch and Sundance in a shotgun shack) and made
These shysters clean latrines
October 1, 2013
Brunchium
Midday
Starving. Neck
aches bad despite analgesics, just Poll this morning.
Did crap.
In a heavy head. Read a chunk
of nodule, looked things up.
Caecuban triumph plonk!
Salian piss up.
Forked tongued
double Dutch caps Cleo’s aspic act. Horace Norris changes trains of thought.
After eggs and passing clouds drowsy.
September 23, 2013
Wipers
Owls howled
weird haunting
arias,
touching
arcane
libidos,
opening violet eggs
louche like your
wings aping ruth
September 23, 2013
Musk
Clouds slumber
Hum hark hear
Ammonium
Salt miners
Maenads mummies
Westerly eyries launch
chaff over miserly ears
Turning on Twisted
hissing egos chide arid
bad armies renting earth
Hands over plover’s eggs
Soft petals release indigo
nerve gas empty tents
echo rueful neutral
astral laments
September 22, 2013
Reverie
Ponder
Lost orange months,
Gone like quicksilver fish,
Their trails, fading, once were fragrant
And purple
September 22, 2013
Jitterbugs
On the blue rock
Of a lapus lazuli
Under western skies
We, our feet caked with soot,
Dance like idiots
Grimbeau 