We are going to a very dark place, says the primal scream on global wireless: the republic cannot withstand its savagery Selfie Studios set to release A blockbuster Thanksgiving special Double Bill The Death of Nation Built on Slavery & The Decline & Fall of the Human Condition that must not under any circumstance improve but may register its disapproval vociferously by pressing buttons that turn out the light
really quite remote
barren archipelagos
Warts, nomads, bunions
carbuncles & verukas
Diver plunges in
Splosh!
‘Come out of there!’
Loud came the stern reply
‘Not on your Nelly!’
‘Leave my Nelly out of this.’
Democracy drives yo proper crazy
Roller Skaters glide
on dried up cripple creeks
ambulances circulate
half-buried yellow Thunderbirds
poking wings out of true blue sand
long hair blowing in the wind
Whoosh!
Midday monkeyhouse
Vicarage tea anecdotes
Stretch out big red chair
Occidental death of an
English Inanest
Praise the ammunition
Bypass the Lawyer
Lost in a golden fairy light
Seven ages of America
Iron this and iron that
Crystal methodology
Clear as kerosene
Smell of burning ice
Just sat here watching
The saints go marching
in picking up sweets
& detritus of consumer
hellraising last night—
abandoned cellphones
grotesque prosthetic
cruel rubber masquerades—
O! to be a flea
in that golden fleece
Slurping ambrosia
Post richly deserved
beatification
An unknown soldier
Marching as to War
Seventy six trombones
In the morning sun
Kill the Pig Parade
Magic mushroom bands
Trip the light fantastic
Lambs to the slaughter
O! Muse why art though not
wholeheartedly sick
Of this daft parade
parasitic worms?
Alpha, beta, theta male
Turgid prone blue bloated whale
Wretched in the morning sun
Tide went out, your undone
Mr Pye and Mrs Fleece
Dissecting you for ambergris
...you are not writing thus you are not a writer i am not writing thus i am not a writer -better quickly jot that down quick over there that paper scrap with spuds eggs, toilet rolls, dog food,crisps some forgotten shopping list or postmodern masterpiece what a bloody mess better get out the Hoover later there's nothing on the other side where's the pen? there, a pen, blue dried up biro, it might just work today. Increasingly violent circles- watch it, you'll rip it: A pencil! there behind the box of menthol vapes behind the burning candle careful, slowly does it that's how accidents occur i really must go to the loo. the dog wants to go out i can let him out and go downstairs, listen to the early morning news Shit! the clocks went back it's bloody Alan Bennett fetching in the milk i am not a writer i am not writing you are not a writer you are not writing
Night falls in an hour…
Selwyn had that look of his
Infinite dismay
Tempered by mendacity
A cruel melancholy
On the steaming heath
Feral energy flickers
Burning orange furnaces
Spit molten napalm globules
Vitriolic lavas creep
Embolismic pus
Overflows the mildewed culverts
All carnage and corruption
Premature fireworks fly
Down in Dingley Dell tonight
Foggy light six forty five
Quarter to eight summer time
Chronology sucks
Watched Michael Moore in Trumpland
Who the hell is Vince Foster?
After filling up my senses
Overnighting in the forest
John Denver for company
You cannot imagine how
Subliminal I am feeling
In the last colony left on earth
Green sky thinking
Prevailing Ditherama
Mexican standoff
Stop the world right away
Figure out what’s going on
Stuck in a sand trap
On the dodgy nineteenth hole
Fiddling with your quiff
love the sound of your own voice
No choice is a choice
Rook—
Behaviourally disturbed
Mistook
A pharmacy for
An inglenook
In a sweetie shop
Crook—
Psycho-socially unhinged
Mistook
A hospital for
A children’s book
In an ambulance
