Badgers Cum Home to Roost
English pastorale: Beware! Trespassers will be Indoctrinated
English pastorale: Beware! Trespassers will be Indoctrinated
gust impudent sleep;
Scantily clad warily
rest still just gone dawn;
special chumley warmers
consummate love over
chlorinated chicken soup…
Only time will tell of course
Proof of pudding found
In Venezuela…
(Loud cheers and tobacco spits)
New deal struck post EGGPLASM
(35 squid a month saved)
‘Today the Gas Board—
Tomorrow the World!’
Did not dream (at all?)
on grassy uplands,
snug summer pastures,
capricious morning glory…
Domesticated God
Portrait (of the) Artist (as
a) Vacuum Cleaner
Leaves messiah knackered out
Major events thus postpones
Only minor miracles
Tenable today—
writing guff, combing hair (singular),
Powdering my knees, reading these poems:
High on Rust (pun on Night Ours?)
Made up by Ray Webber;
blurb includes the usual
posthumous suspects:
Hindley, Brady, Ferlinghetti,
Ashbery, and O’Hara plus
beasts EZ & TS—
Critique suppose if the spirit moves
or more pressingly: the bowel
Gas Board-
apply The Art of the Scam
in its Original Jerkish
Horace, Horace wherefore art
thou if not here?
Fancy a smoke & a fag
Whooo o o sH!
Sudden Sou’Wester flusters galley
Oil lamps dervish dancing wildly
Cold pork clunks grace offshore hulks
Red jelly allover waffler…
Splo Ooos h a H aha!
Scalding hot boiling pot
Fair stood the wind for
Hispaniola
…
Sinister unidexters tweak
Spin ludicrous yarns
A Bernie* for Buck House
Queenie gets to stay
& as for the rest—
Make ‘em an offer
dat day cant refuse*
*One million pounds sterling (Bernie Ecclestone size bung*)
*Sweeteners, inducements, gift-horses
*Trash

Bull rushes (into)
China shop (unseen)
Grabs
(Nay snatches)
Family silver,
Bric-a-Brac
Old Moor’s Almanac
Run of the mill artifacts–
Porcelain zebra, farm animals et al–
Inattention to detail
cloven cumbersome
Grasp…
Eberneezered good
furl & fog…meretricious
blurred apparitions fail to
thrive:
get that- smiling minx
emerges bonnily on rye
one hundred per cent
un-divvied-up
~
Attenshun!
Smell of horsepiss fingers
evermore
evergreen
everlasting·
manifestly bodilicious
scrumptious glowing isotopes
radiate warmth & succour
mystified gobshites
gaze knowingly on blue cheese
nudity can’t be thrown off
like a uniform, y’know-
Lorenzetti Woman
Painted strawberry hangs up
on nuisance caller
lobster telephone exchange
More haggis, Angus? As if you've got no option stuck up f-f-freezing Cairn Gormless wee beastie prone timorous troglodyte Nurse Zing (frost-bitten) Tootsies icicles that is… f-f-fractious dreek dank dark clapped out anglepoise nods off... waiting room night malingers caresses cold dunk fingers puffy after early bath Showers grumble come mid-morning crumbling inky murk Happy News Flash Bang Wallop! Waiting for noxious sausage— Pork & Leek - What wondrous feasting! as intransigence gives way to coercion Jam-packed Sheiling Mall ghostly dead come day dissemble autonomous flicker shows Illumination & lethal English Custard Slices Down The Dog & Duck Twice a week Doffing bluebell caps
Look,
whether you like it or not,
you are much, much better now—
so
just get used to it, enjoy,
do your own thing, strut you stuff.
Either way
Nobody gives a shit these days.
They’re too busy being them.
So,
you are wary of doormats.
Just use the opaque windows.
Best learn to leap before you can run…
or have a dump, or get cleaned up:
simples minus curve balls
Slow release porridge regime,
open prison daily chores,
melt into a madding crowd,
stay utterly stum,
incognito ergo sum,
well, treely & rurally
hid from Herstory,
out of sight is out of mind,
smells malinger on,
taste of burnt okra,
lady fingers hits the deck
~
Hey kid! Let’s dissect some trees!!
It’s coming on lunchtime
Sing joy & peace songs
Naff Hallelujahs…
~
Di Maggio eats
Caravaggio’s fruit bowl
Still life after all these years
Oranges and lemons melt
Incognito ergo sum
Greater than small walk on parts
Phillip Seymour-Legwarmers
Vignettes, bit parts, cameos—
Now you see it &
Now you don’t…
Sucked away prodigously
since first light broke icy dark
Tried very hard to punt
A Third Humanism–
No one seems much interested
So I left dystopia
Had cosmetic surgery
Convalesced on Crimson Strand
Found this grain of sand
in elastic rubber dunes
–longshore tobacco drifter
just struck it lucky I guess
Right place: right time malarkey
It just ain’t cooking—too cold
Here in half-baked Alaska
All is about food & syntax
Craving precious indigo
Giotto grumbles
Pulverises Nigella seeds
Burnt brown coffee kills
Telly Savalas licked me
soppy sloppy seducer–
Who loves ya baby?
No ploughman!—no cry
Safe to go below skipper?
go now & eat manatee
Edifying grub blubber
good ole soul Lebensmittel…
frazzle Lucifer on soot
– A speciality of t’house
President Tweet sleeps
Sleep of the recently chuffed
Out here we Hear No
anguished cries (no more)
sing spangled cattle
bullocks low in sulphur smog
Fires indignant
hell freezes then soon smoulders
-we’ve only just begun
White hopes and promises-
…only just begun
(c) Milton’s Cottage; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
Blind Tiresias
Rhythmically swaying
Iambic rapper
Muttering incantations
–
Committing morning verse
To pellucid memory
Ear cocked for milkmaids
–
Waiting enthroned in turmoil
illuminated by defeat
cherished hard won republic
brief lost earthly paradise
postponed for another eternity
another enlightenment
another bright spark
Ten it is on Radio
Balls—Every Child Splutters
Dribbles on and on
Post or no post this morning—
sleeping dogs tell no lies
Made big revisions to piece of string
Resistance is useful
Urge to sudden flop—
Is it a shower yer after, Sir?
Intimate separation speaks
In oxymorons…
Who said that?
Me I think
And who may you be when you’re at home?
Making (all the) mistakes (in the) book
And why would you think that you’re saying that now?
Stubborn bogey (up my) nose—
& who the hell was that?
Must be (the) dainty music
Chopin haunts my windowsill
Tschaikovski: celebrated
(as a) very fast worker
Decomposed (in just
over) seven soggy days
The Compleat works of Peat Bog
Cradled jealous (to his) ample bosom
Making (all the) mistakes (in the) book bar one
I’m getting it on
Getting it all down
(as much as) I can…(as much as) I can…(as much as) I can
Pinocchio is drowning
Where’s the fucking Whale?
Typical just typical
Never there when you need one
O ye Whales!
Ye Accursed Whales
~
13.10
Oxtail soup & toast
Sate one sunny afternoon;
sugar frosted shrubs look good
enough to eat for afters…
So you went out with the stick?
Yes, just a few tentative steps
Are you taking the sun now?
No in a minute
When the sky comes round
Shall we make it two?
Yes let’s make it two
~
Sun got round at bang on two
Devo Harding or Devo Trump?
Balanced on bladed razor
Fag paper slender
No one saved my life last night
Puzzles me why not
Was I not in pain?