Below a bleak zoo on an inhibited earth where a bawd of directors calls the shots where the whitehouse turns to sickhouse and cottage hospitals to cheap hotels Sent an encrypted message to Trudi eavesdropped by earwigs who hang fire on the scrupulous order to make picture houses shut down as the Chessington Hippos wallow in deep pink shallows eavesdropped also by earwigs chomping shallow blue tomatoes
Optic beseiged by famine forgave the greedy eyes of old aquaintances they had not long to go Optic knew this was no time for compromise or pity he pressed on to the fish shop under mackerel skies noticing the toothmarks
on the grassy knolls Optic felt the tremble
of distant puffing guns They were nothing but savages Optic stopped to pick a lemon for the vinaigrette from the Colonel’s orchard He had no need of them any more.
Penicillin Road leads direct down cuts bores sheer faced defiles surges past boulders churns up dross meanders radical oxbow slides and haughty deft gallops sounding thunderous paces steadfast through otiose viscous varicose arteries drives insane veins through corny chicanes scorns resilient bunions & seedy jammy canyons cresting on horizon tendons defies confident ligaments cists shrapnel capillaries and fearful cataracts to the ulcerated sea off Old Toe Head which swathed in crinkly lint chinked modest amber sprouts bright by lunar astro-labelled lighthouse
Gumshoe sized hamstrung actors & two bit party players & an array of sundry stray intrusive otters snarl & bicker over muckbill platitudes to fodder fluster rashly squeezed bone girdled gossip mongers hawking meagre humble wares the morning after the dude who faked sincerity got shunned by indifference of all races, creeds and colons…
Lightspill occurred the back of four and happened just as Saul found out why the lucid coast of duvet moans in jest― Effluenza breeds Influenza. Who cares much these days is doomed –Pass over that capsule and be an Angela, sweet thing. * Broken News Dawn Patrol announces…Broken windows of opportunity get given three thumbs up should Halloween come pass without further unsavoury rice eruptions. Second waves pronounced the new first moonshoot by turd party arsonists sampling tea leaves humping hope to an amen beat meanwhile the last chance balloon leaves come dawn on vernal equinox as ethics girls in AI gets bunk up from fretful plutocrats with more money than funny. Glass and concrete truth domes full of ratfinks. Peasant slaughtered by boy racer monarcho in Star & Garter Gigtrap. Town of Richmond mourns behind closed doors * Ten finger professionals occupy space set aside for cheetahs in transit. Stare out these days through shopfronts displayed on handheld flymo gizmos. All shapes and sizes filed under laudable applaudable. Feasible exercisers strain not yet no sinew. Spineless fatigue pandemic sighs. Vagrant anchovy the mule abjures. Profligate cartwheel takes rap for cold snap. Sidelined on the margin: peripheral. If this is true~ What follows…Huh? Well shod gunshot rider racer royally rides roughshod over outriderless enfeebled citizenry mowed down in broad daylight snobbery Third June Thursdays don’t get much longer in the short run Search engines rise with suns to take you down you guessed it: Penicillin Road
…so they posted all marked ‘Return to Sunder’ and wiped up the wine stains on the amphitheatre Dumped the crap on the ancient garbage heap festooned with the memory of abject voices moaning on the tundra A frail insouciance emerges while scrolling down for snippets to tempt you into a look ma no hands its me alone before a suspect device that makes me feel uncomfortable pouring out my soul like this online bleeding out in public on anonymous lockdown streets in full view of the lonely avenue where Junior Wells plays harp to passers by who look up in curiosity only to discover a chancer with delusions of grandeur in a panama hat sucking toothless gums for tasty titbits after an obstinate chip of stale pitta induced spluttering and panic before being washed down with a gulp of cold Columbian coffee then a twinge in the middle finger whose name is forgotten next to the index and ring on the left hand so what is the right little sad if nameless call it unknown soldier close to one of two little piglets
What to play on a rainy day? Indoor or outdoor games of the mind…
The meeting of the legspurts went swimmingly and crucial decisions for the next fortnight were agreed, prescriptions were exhanged fully aware that it was a chance to check out whose who at Newbury Zoo
Loops and Bubbles mingle round the burning monk poffering fresh faggots to kill the time between events in need of management: to err on the side of caution and riddle the fire with care.
We agree the rules of engagement for long time ahead encounters for ‘I am not Daniel fucking Blake or Guy the bleedin’ Gorilla. Scripts changed hands in blind faith and we parted on good squirms.
Stricken while the summer quells the rabble with crowdless spectacles and canned hubbub. Dicing with disaster down the monkey menders. Snakes eyes in a sterile mask runs the flicker show.
Two seals on a dragon trend on suspect media. Strange news from another star. Spouts a humane policy :count you fingers first. Jaded by disfigurement we plough the short and narrow.
Have they got the urn yet? Couple of shovels of ash and bone tasteful in majolica. Not a municipal jar Spilt in the boot of the car. Shunted by the masked mammy on the school run.
What gives with the sea of nettles growing up the windows? Loudly came no stern riposte.
You tell me what you often eat and I will tell you what you often are. Indeed. A bacon and egg primate, a rich tea biscuit and two squares of comely chocolate.
Unveiled a fiend incarnate; soused in pink paraffin; creaking in forked tongues; fire flamed by glow worm; intent on rapture capture; sound balloonist waves; little dots keen on plunder; scared by squads of silverfish; delicate little flower; powered solely by cheesecloth; thrilled by sturdy necklocks;
Sore toes destroy jjuicy insouciance like rabid tigers gnawing on a pariah; all hell broke loose in Hades while we simpered in the abbey ruins prisoner baiting and people hating
Pure as the driven crow determined to improve on jet glossed plumage
For fire burns in this hearth since the old king shuffled off
Ivory shoulder: dead giveaway; elephant man
Consider the indifference of existence with a passion over easy
Reap harm and carry on
Your only as good as your last treble Lutz
Night fell like a modest incline
She walks in beauty Tuesdays, Thursdays, and, if its nice out, Saturday afternoons.
Today it will be thirty degrees centigrade and I have blisters fit to burst already my life
As I sit here…watching God’s daughter on the run for crimes against the faith time seres to fine powder revealing mirrors
Fingers von Raab unfit for purpose; rain stopped plague of damp umbrellas coughing and splashing; raindrops keep falling on my herd; Liff of Pooh replaces Brand New Testament on the pixie box;
Thatcham cancelled on grounds of good taste and flash flooding
Just gone eleven and quite unwell; blood tomorrow; lost a game of chess to a higher number; Mattys app is useless crap Vera leaves the stage; kiss of death from Major Tom
Slept heavy after narco-meatballs; rested down the leg; woe at six for Vera has gone viral; seems like it rained; fade to sunny evening
Up to my neck in silence by six forty glibly reading diverted traffic passing by in in groups. Are they all from the same household and what if I asked how I asked? They ignored me. Now that wasn’t so bad was it one to try yourself next time you go out alone. Rolling home full of beer and gusto Energised by revelry. Rowdies in the night…exchanging glances.
Walking on by then listening out hard for snide backbites,
Amazon shitting me like charlatans; bots that bleed you dry; blood given to the demigods of Frimley & beyond; rainy season sets in for the day. Angel Clare, what a moniker! Too good to be true all right. Please beware the drowsy mastiff in your midst. All is food and air it seems
A viaduct of steamy dreams passes slowly by. An ideal retirement meandering the rejuventated arteries of mercantilism.
Weeping legs tell no lies
Waiting in a waiting loop. Tempers fray spirits droop relieved to hear a cybervoice. Can I help you? Aint that nice,
Footie reruns as a squall approaches, demon spleen & plaid cockroaches
Mid June afternoons never cease to disappoint
Ten milligrams by tiffin. Whose a pretty boy then?
Just what springs to mind when emptying fingers
Written off from posterity. How are the flighty fallen?
Ten days from Persepolis I find is quite enough
devious hand signals indicate the time to go is now
All Stan and Ollie clumsiness must be timed to sheer perfection
A well oiled ex machina riding for a maul
weaved from exotic jade bracken speeds through curve ball air:
Beaches and obelisks obsess my waking thoughts of late
like prime numbers leaning on a wall
denigrating muesli as opium for the masses
A healthy balance diet always has its knockers
Victor Frankenstein had a tale or two to tell I bet
The smell of chicken rises as Igor ends up in a birdbath
…nobody seen talking when one arrived and one left on a mission to Coventry (a unique silence fell)
felt nothing no matter how hard could not relate felt very awkward (a true quality of
concave faces impress with natural reluctance to crack smiles while sedentary ( a screw came loose)
on return the ashtrays and coffee cups were absent without leave incidentally (a hound bayed blue)
stranglers and burglars concluded the account of recent deft grand larcenies ( a smell of tranquil ear)