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The Little Bird Trolled

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Remember reading the Unnameable in identical weather this time last year and the one before.
Same house different room this time. The old lady oppostite was alive last year. Now her stuff is in a skip on the drive.
Saw it from the room I mentioned earlier
History has been made all right. The ulcer was smaller then.
Did a bit out in the sacred garden. Even got out from time to time. Down the pub. Never say Die. Plucky old bird.
Way beyond that now. Place going downhill fast. That leaky lean to aint got long by the llo of it. Much water under the defrosted fridge
Few people call in to pick. The Virus you know…Plus sans change.

Not Grafton St and Cary Grant again I ask you! Back in the day they would neer hae dared to.
When men were men and women were afraid. There are a few more stiffs hanging round tonight
fly dumped on the sub-toxic lawns
Where cats hae spat the rats hae shat the remains of the dubious quorn
And and and what? Gimme a moment Monkey Face. Cary puttles the kettle on.
Christian gets blinded following science and arrives at Vanity Fair. Merciful heavens Collapse
‘Now who left the sky open, on a market day

Still sloobing aroound in housecoat and slippers properly let themsells go;
stale fags and rotten carpets
The place was crawling with americans unknown on facebook
settling old scores with paramours
proscribing all transgressions
born of a Badland
A feud that threatened to spill over and consume the world
supply of oxygen and intolerance.

Dialogue’s a bugger to write when the voices talk at the same time.
One takes short cuts like making most
of it up. Usually sounds better that way.
They bolted at his every word
What are they saying over there by the elephant’s foot?
How big elephants must be?
Silly
More like it really…
Benedict’s a scream when you get to know him
But he can be so…abrasive
His old girl came from there
Shows in the wash
True. So true

Ransack & Plunder…(Cry me a Zither)

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Dragged
away from the unhappiness
contest after losing the plot
mapping out cities razed of people
sequin-cloaked in the steady opulence
of Sunday a teatime chastising errant aphids.
Sanctifying
euthanasia for the financially challenged
after
a small amontillado
a bout of imbecility
during a toccata & fugue
at a recital down the orangerie
Picture
a Flower sat down to take stock
a surefire cure for insomnia
she dreamt that as she slept off the trance.

But how could this be so?
Without him there was no world to speak of
he would not be there to overlook.

He turns the radio back on and settles
down to the sound of meteorites
raining on the corrugated roof of the temenos.

The world was waking up
from its ransack

Crisis Cohort

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Easter Sunday so they say;
a new motherhood knits her brow

they sit apart together
to confirm the obvious concerns abroad;

I love you from a sadly from a distance
to protect the children from the plague.

Are we not all just little boats
thinks a nosey child concealed

out of sight in the shadows
Real eyeballs meet for the first time in ages.

Nothing exciting will she say
fobbing off the nosey questions

with a secret sign

So who on earth was it who eavesdropped us
hidden close by out of view.
There was considerable footage
on the security cams

here a dazzling sunlight plays a part
the mounting brackets will may
play a part yet in determining
the conclusion of this tribulation
a trial which may make use of this account at will…
if this lockdown never ends…

Ill Heaven Zero Four

 

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NINE is eight found wanting
stale orchids splutter
pure airways overnight
no second breath come first gasper
justice thirsts as curfew drains
March makes aether culprit,

flittish snide barbs niggle
vindictive zests defy belief
–when will words fall petal free?
consult yond inner demon seed
that insufferable bore that force feeds you
breast fed by orphan shovels
drives me wild eyed to distraction
shot drops me like a polar bear
found seething raging glowing
sliced through by sabre sleet
on a dodgy asphalt shoulder starving

never got so far that they could fake my name
before the pants were pulled down
and the sacrament began
blurted it out in dribbles and spits
little old me in a market town alley
who would have thought
it would happen there
over here of all places

Ten Twenty Nine…

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…something that is probably novel
happens at this time this morning
a fantasy sequence on Brownsea Island
or perhaps a nylon carpet
crackling with static
brings instant concerns
about the bass guitarist
Where is it all gone?
The grass is getting cut.
chocolate muffins and opium all day
Better stay indoors
where oh where did it all go

Le Crunch

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Ingratitude did not come easy to Adam at first, but he told me that once you get the hang it, it soon becomes a firm favourite with all the family, & creating just the right environment for it to thrive results in endless time consuming diversion…
—You’re obsessed! I thought, but he was my man and I did not want to prick his bubble
—What do you fancy to eat? I said
—Apple crumble, he replied contemplating apathy
The air grew thick with orange blossom.

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—Maculate misconceptions are more frequent than first meets the eye, said the Omniscient Narrator, looking straight into camera two. And to me it seems somehow inevitable that this little episode will precede a fall to end all falls
—Well you should bloody well know, I thought, knowingly
Adam began to weep in despair, smelling trouble in the air, and cursed the green lentil stew…

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A Room with a View (I see no ships)

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Life you see is a drop in for drop outs
pop-ups, internees, refugees amputees
cut off from the main…
the quality of ennui
falleth like manna from heaven
a silhouette of a thrush
fixated on some shiny distant thing
captivates my idle gaze
exalts it to significance
prompts forgetfulness
for a rare exotic moment
in suburbia

The Gaze

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…that odd time of day that tells;
inbetwixt engagements;
neither fish nor fowl
grace the dinner table;
when night falls we shall be gone
Pith! Sweet deity. Kind moiety
body and soul of livid wit
customizing scandal
scandalizing custom
mirror written cipher reads
upside inside out…
oo my fucking head it span
before the lockdown fixed my gaze

Splendid Insulation (Broiled Leaf & Parrots)

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Script aborted so far soso …soo l o n g
…a viral sun shines, oily laurel spangles silver as i prowl, as i twitch divine…trust we not this internet no more?
all is invalid, up for gropin grabs, oleaginous scabs, starched collar bones
those boot boys over there
on the corner milling
looking out for trouble…

The devil is under contract
making work for Israel Hands
Isolating rubies; doing dirty dishes
periwinkling on the sandbar
thinking don Corleone
Hoofing like George Raft…

Script rejected so what nono …soo s o r r y
…a spiral moon climbs, jolly crayfish gambol as I scowl, as I down incline…trust we not this flannalette no more?
Solace fey pallid, paltry vague wan, soft focus close up
Cheroot glows straddle water
Silhouettes on ceilings
Candelabra kneeling

Todd Sloane

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End of day
at close of play
staying put
for night cap
to help
send me to a sleeping more sublime
I fell into a fever and thought myself a flea
transmitter in the lapel
of a diseased bailiff
transmitting gruff sweet nothing
about property and theft