Cruciform

Bomblast on commuter train
Preoccupied with crosswords
Said in spite seven letters
Eighteen down sixth letter P
Keep thinking contempt
But it doesn’t work unless
Intelligence is doubtful

Bomblast on commuter train
Preoccupied with crosswords
Said in spite seven letters
Eighteen down sixth letter P
Keep thinking contempt
But it doesn’t work unless
Intelligence is doubtful

In a
feigned
venerable brogue
a warbler from the threshold uttered:
‘Mornin has nine—Gingerman gone ’
‘No! not JP Dun Laorghaire?’
‘No! JP Donleavy’…
& so thus was made good a verbal contract
struck whilst missing a late night movie
made about the Kray Twins
to inform, educate & entertain
& fulfill the Charter of the Landed Pantisocracy—
Small sacrifice under such
circumstance methunks.
To leave one’s notes copious
abandoned to awake
irksome hostages
to outrageous misfortune
of Birthplace and/or origin squander waking hours
reinforcing time out shifts
lost down purgatory close
Theres a celibate sun
On the dry
Today
Trim Jim!
Clip your beard
Am I being heared
Or merely weird
What the Funken Garden Said
Please, I compost you,
Enrych my life!

Elusive killer bought red herring —swiping opening lines inspire one two twilight mockery—uptown slums drip dry quickest claims umbrella on landing—Fingal’s Cave harbours secrets of the deep—Magnificent Ambersons spotted in Vermouth: third man detained in custard pie—concentric glass bowls pull no punches—forty percent lead found in jump jockey—cross incontinents are best avoided, advise miffed valleys—all art is open late weekends—astonished spectator poleaxed by rogue feather—Maupassant? There’s more in the larder—dreamboats slide silent gravy — two knights rain drenched parley clears bad air — fish fly flags of convenience— jettisoned pipedreams mutter obscenities— label absurd ditties poppycock says spatula minor—have faith in feet or you fall—every step a trip denied—whippers into pidgin holies—miffed I could have muffed it— eye not found on ball—daisily in dark kept—didgeridoos at dawn it is— insist on satisfaction—get rum
Pig driftwood luncheon
swoon come three circadian
thyme calypso champ
Long weekend in Dorset grove
short change is good as arrest
all work no play due to rain
mystery fellow traveller:
—have we met before she said
—one unforgettable once
I say I can’t remember
play it cool as fever pitch
that which I walk in shadow
of in sunless dreams—staggered
up and down the garden path
prodding wet red leaves stepping over puddles
witnessing real life

Busy day ahead waiting free grub from the Foodbank— real power gifts a high gluten loaf that nobody in ecstasy wants
Crap sleep; stuffy room; troubled mind— What will Monday bring? Waddling through Deep Water
picture blue crabs in my pants
Tinkerbell was rightly furious
Cursed her lucky star & turned over to seethe
‘We are sorry to hear
of your miserable existence
and insist you contact a higher authority—
Yours Faithfully, Walt’
Talk to Mickey Mouse himself,
Up close and personal
There might be something doing
Perhaps a letter, a formal request
To talk it over, chew the cud
About them good old days
Before animation came
Stole our childhood anarchy
Collectivised imagination
Personified Vietnam
Through GI Mogli’s Ordeals
In the Jungle Book
Apocalypse Now!
Was just a matter of time
After that pastiche, rehash
Computer generated
post-modest barbie doll trauma

Nine hundred light come Friday—
money in whose bank she wonders?
Hedgehog managers
Crunch numbers mulling over
perfect porridge while
Goldilocks sleeps one off
Going over what could not be
Stories of doomed Dianas
In their own intrusive ways
Weigh up Pros and cons
Disciplined Annie
Arian stock found
Auld hobbits hard to break
Brown suede shoe leather satchel
Wonder what was left inside…
Wheelie bins bob up & down
Three pm ritual ball gown
In their own neurotic ways
Second thoughts, naked potatoes
Embarrassed without their jackets
endure Freikorperkultur
deep fat friars
permit this interruption
to make you aware
keep you up to speed
time is running out
taking all hope & the yucca plant
an odd couple you’ll agree
one as mad as the other
in their own fusible ways…
Day began in dark
at five with roll-ups
and reheated coffee
radio news of butcher birds,
seasonal badger culls,
the lighting of a candle
forgotten prayers
sea weather prophecies
~
The light of day found
me playing pinball
biding time for the right
moment to unload
before hard labour
breaking feet in smokey rooms
lurching haplessly
between ashtray and crucible