greygray windlessness; car doors pound
indonesian summer supper
for the liberal party on the road
to greatwar to end all wars forever
hoseasoning homeward after crickets
over land and treeless villages
redsails on the lampshade sundown
silently through the porchway
eavesdropping evenings gentle snore
Thigh-deep wading in the river, a band of
Fading lilies in her hair she whistled into
Cool air as the black night rested among
Its retinue in St. Cuthbert’s belfry.
This is not the dawn of last year, nor more
Than it is another night of wonder.
For there, beyond the railway sleeper
Love is rising
Seven brothers owned
seven separate farms:
while related,
they found themselves in quite
different fields
Last night
a golden orb
in midnight indigo
lit doggo beach ball
candle splash automatic.
Start! Jump frenzy. Up!
Just a skylark in the dark
A shadow grounded
In belief and dreams drowned
Peer group laughing
definat bogus
Empires of deceit
*
Shirtless in Tazar
they galumphed
eatraordinary warmth
Melted in sad succour
Marshmallows on toaststed souls
gazed on panoplies of zonk
Breathless sanguine
gross turpitudes
Showered & ranted,
Ridicule rip reprimand
overbearing customs
such root treatment twangs
raw defenceless nerves
Made safe my escape
~
Whassup! Asylum seeking?
heard some smokes about,
grub waits in the fridge,
bread is sliced and
ready for toaster,
fresh eggs attend hens largesse
~
Yet what to do today
tugs away at me.
Slippery old customer,
hanging around the deli
without a ticket,
waiting to be asked
what he wants so she
can say, ‘What tastes nice?’
add your thoughts
HeRe…
(optical)
There we are.
Banged one out, as they say;
never mind who. They do.
Whomsoever this they is.
I do not know…
She fibbed.
And she knew that I knew too.
If you want to find out, like I do, call her at:
Pennsylvania 65000.
I can’t get through.
The reception is dreadful
in this carriage.
Perhaps I’ll try the caboose
after luncheon.
after a shower
write something brilliant
slow walk on water
unusual morning mantra
‘Ode to a Bloody Pigsty’
Remember Benbecula
opaque shape in mizzle
when that spatula melted
sausages sizzled
F R oM
‘Ere
to eTer niTY. . .
Like the Bugler said:
‘In this crazy mixed up world
you are only as
good as
your last post.’
around the black car
they stood
silently
waiting
wearing
motley & tulips:
Taxi! Taxi! Taxi!
they erupted
Perspicacity!
A dormant taxi
Still stood
silently
waiting
wearing
motley & tulips
would Theda Bara
grace fake tiara
inviolate star
of Cleopatra?
