Only here for
the stark typeface of
the meagre Eiger protocol
Everything I write
trims dirge & malady
Soft shores ruffle shuffle deck
Fat archipelagos
Bulging condos banish light
Patchouli Shadows gag me
Sandal wood like Natalie
Bobbing serene as incense
Under golden gate
Nascent strange forboding
Corner of an eye
Bumptious flaxen hair
Sad airwaves collide midstream
Stringless kites describing circles
Early to bed after liver
& bacon extravaganza
Twenty four hour surveillance
Dawn brings no great surprises
Just more baleful cornucopia
Widdershins becomes today‘s
Buzzword by default
Money does not grow on trees
Comes as a shock to hedgehogs
Rollin old river
yesterday’s hiatuses
ground down I tell you
elastic band sky blue—
just Irises used to shew
lick gooseflesh slow
cauterized & madeover…
deedle-idle-oh
washed up walk on parts
in cool slate Asturias
ink is thicker than blood
so farewell then George Melly
father of the man on Telly
which you sometimes were
talking about art on artshows
nuts and feet too big for boots
like your on stage persona
is this any way to speak
of the still warm dead?
forty thousand headmen rummage in the tummy. Yes guys, grub’s up! Sense of humour vacation; Mastermind your manners. Cormorant sandwich craft shop at Vivid Slobs. The How! The hell! Into the nitedark thunk and footfall of footpads and poops: planning permission grunted. Posit over that there, plummy and pipe cleanerly: Puffin on a cheroot. Gazeful of the Titian egg and soubriquet sandals. Beater Stuyvesant goes up in smoke; clam driver dorwning; lampshed and Romanov: reel purty Faberge muffin. Clop!
…
Tobias Lundyford;
purveyor of contraband
snuff & truffles
since 1666
to the discerning hooter
denizens of Snoot & Tootsville
cognoscenti of
TheBlessed Durante
So read the swinging legend on the wall
Shit rained down in stair rods
that frightful April
No worries: shit happens, they
just said indoors, just
go about your business,
merrily & frugally
as appropriate to
presenting circumstances—
keep one aware eye out for
the main chance to flee
as luck must have it one day
when the shitrain stops…
~
The inner tube got calloused,
puffy pink, cheap as chastity,
spiced up since Swithin’s
cruel orange snow fell.
Do not forget the onion
soup recipe for disaster.
Mulligatawny
The long postponed reunion
with the Gruesome
Toussaint.
Small
but perfectly formed
encounter groups collude
Congeal, more like it…
Turn the sausages down
immediately
sense marginal jeopardy.
~
Eerie Syncopation vibes.
GPS was not quite what
it was cracked up to be.
There was a wasp.
Spring had sprung.
The hard work
had just
begun…
~
standing outside now, looking up to smile, proof reading a Reparation Tragedy, Daniel winced at the smell of posies, wretched at the stench of death, & vomited at the sight of his beloved being thrown on the fetch cart. Her wasted cadaver unsellable. Even for glue…
~
supply, you see, first outstripped, then,swamped demand,
subsequently
the value of lush duchesses plummeted
ten percent on the Bourse.
~
Daniel formed a robust cone and dabbed the corners of his mouth
Erasing sour crusty titbits
Experiencing, as he so often did,
A wistful euphoria
Involuntary bursts of bad breath
appease enraged blue tulips
Hope patrols the Plunderworld once more
~
Open an outside window
Collapsed in the street
Subcutaneous mites
Kept observers keen
To soft abstraction
News stand plastic rosebuds
Wilt in microwaves
Cute pot walloping villains
Snigger over cauldrons
Cackle and crackle,
Sticks in a fire
Hiccup and hackle
Wafts come suddenly
Warm bread rests its
Weary gluten farls
~
Getting pretty for
Mistah Mulligatawny
My fave
By a country mile
Thus finally banishing
Foul Smells of dyspepsia
Back into the sod all of Om
Watching Destry Ride Again
~
Crossroads up ahead
Places where old roads meet new
Sunshine and shadow
Field stream dream meadow willow
Warm bag of sour scented oatmeal
Soothes as April shivers us…
~
Stringless vivacious
kites circle come dusk
Over swaying eucalyptus
Airwaves collude midstream
Raucous flaxen haired
Mop of strange foreboding
Scuffing up kerbless sidewalks
Licking over sick traces
Bitter lemon peel
~
Ginless in Mancunia
Spiceless in Utopia
Piteous hubris
Not a pot to piss in
Squatting in the street
Relief is sublime
No milk
to cry over:
traffic and bollard,
pothole and hedgehog,
flood and folly. All delay delivery.
Try your best without.
Think Wartime,
make and mend,
a stitch in time,
careless talk
costs lives
Half man: half musket
Was not was
Noisome
Stroke me branches crest the lawn,
Attracting glances beside
the splendiferous alpine experience.
A dog cocks its leg on the ugly plastic herb cover.
The tiger glows under the daffodil.
Aphids pester gannets
Thrashing in mild dark.
Slow is what it is.
The cream is questionable,
but I have no fear
cautiously prizing the lid
finding caramel and semen.
The red rubber band
on the pastry
turned blue in the freezer.
I leave the door open
to help it find room temperature.
‘Sewer grapes, capers, tourque armada…’
Will the din ever cease, what for a moments peace!
Giblets & Ghibellines, a splurge of ante-pastor.
Parricidal, opus deified, maple turnovers,
old sage oakum, and mudlark, turdal
tidal thames, sloops in misty river,
Quiver.
An assignation in Flandirge Veal.
Conspiracy with merge derby, whispers and flies.
Glue the tumbril to the blade.
A deal is made, we swell at dawn to Deptford Dock.
So, nine to fervour underway
Make a list in mind,
A must not
To do list,
So, no list
Empty list.
Instead,
Go flowing with Brenda,
tickle salmon,
provoke Diogenes
&
smile at Joni Mitchell
floating down moon rivers
on a carousel of time
Child ran out
excited with lolly, hit by car,
did not see, did not look,
hit and run,
ambulance,
call the cops…
…blood on road, rage and blame,
no punters,
don’t push it,
show respect,
after all,
under the circumstances,
no you don’t!
Just keep stumm,
play doggo, wait for cops,
not my day, never is,
seventeen nineties, fourteen nines…
Grimbeau 