ive
not got lost
in a book since
ive
got
lost in you
Early come-ins &
go-ins at no.13
galvanizesrubberneckers
in da nay bore hood
sumer is a goin’ out
exit the cuckold
Trad.
There drifts another dreamer,soft headed ne’er-do-well
Sitting close to Budhha, pussy’s fond farewell…
wrung out the bowels from an old dishrag: there’s a riot going on down in slough-
who needs yesterday’s diapers?
nobodaddy in da world inflammation strangles up my mind: diet exercises customs proffer cure for life again big pharma
aphrodite looking flighty in her nightie induces instant korma: suture strangles up my mind your step on the way out
dere moving the shard for corporate malice: mr magoo went down on malice & is now detained at monstrosity’s leisure
‘tis an outside day today – green bin
Could bring the ‘contraption’ with
before or after
sausage extravaganza?
There’s a conundrum
Or a paradigm shifting
furniture about again
Bloody paraphernalia
Always in the way of stuff
Mull it over with the Bruce
Went out for a wee-one
Beside the haemorrhage spot
Minus ‘contraption’
Chinooks flying low
Shocking pinko crop-duster
Airborne muckspreader
Spots on our apples
Surprise visitor!
Ginger Rogers fresh from heaven
knock me down with a feather boa
give us a twirl then luv
‘aren’t you going to ask me?’, she said
Ask you what I close upped
Strong silent typography
‘How does it feels to be dead?’
She thinks I’m Peter Fonda
Poor love goddess,
They all go a bit
Sunset Boulevard
I give her my father’s best side
And flash the trademark
well-upholstered teeth
she smiled knowingly
We parted on the best of terms
It had not always
been like that…in fact never
quite like this before
Well we are where we are at
My fellow desperados
Not a penny to our names
Parchment skein turning yellow
Instant beatification
Atomic & unclear age
Much in need of renewal
Thunderbirds are gone
Message reads:
Au revoir Mes Enfants
All near misses
Bashful kisses
Meet the missus
How’s your father?
Have a lager
Enchilada
Mexicana?
Tijuana
Marijuana?
How’s your karma
Panorama
Rusticana
Croft on Orkney
Me and Daphne
Up a gum tree
Sad conclusion
Dead illusion
Dissolution
A walk through
MacArthur Park
Turned out
quite contrary to
all popular opinion
which I assiduously
some have said ‘blindly’
follow like a shop
or sometimes a sheep
in a stripy pair of panties
Picnic? In your dream scenes
(caution:flies & spillages);
raging thirst (wonder why not)
Glot to get out of this plaice
(socks, shoes, & some means of transport?)
Forthcoming events – domestic drudgery,
tease skunk in garden, stir molten corned beef porridge…
Acolytes Contemplate cod
and all its meagre trimmings
swim in myrtle oceans deep
Dunnock patrol sweeps
up the lawn prior to snotty
entrance of the Queen of Sheba
Gormless positivity crowds some punters out
Embed Jasper stone in troubled forehead
Brecciated third eye squints
Mineral deficiency remedy
Fizzes in blue silica
Uncle of the bride makes wind
A virtuous thermal is born
Magic lurks in fits and starts
Fragile as dovecote earrings
Pageboys scatter ricicles on tympani
Jerry built for doom and duplicity
loathsome mother superior stalks our every move
Dove henpecks petrified garden gnome
but then it is Wednesday
after all is said: undone
