—times like this when it all sucks—
Crumbling aqueducts
never fail to catch the eye
Of the beholder
Hang on a minute
It’s Wednesday afternoon!
No-one really gives a shit
excepting those poor souls with
verbal diarrhoea
who just go on and
on and on and
on and on…
and on
and
(suck)
on
Anchor cleaning: orders of the day.
Not too windy to drift.
Up after dog watch thinking on the charts.
Took a row across the harbour.
Thought about the little snob I was; how I hated them,
not for what they were,
but what they had to become…
Oedipus was a rich kid, so was Little Hans.
Give them a chance not a choice, a chance to be like you, boss?
No thanks, I couldn’t handle it.
Not this way.
I drift…
…away off down to the cabin is where I drift
to and thereafter, the galley for thick, honey porridge,
with rustic ripped banana hunks and chocolate in stick and heart form.
Feeling a queer unease I patient on the thick, night green socks, intake a Handel
organ frill, damn the rococo, and headaloft thinking gothic tea cozies, shaking violently with warps,
sucking crumbs of welshcake from the hidden gulleys…
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‘He showered
he shaved,
he came back from the grave.
Lazarus…
Lazarus…’
~
The daily drudge is on.
Walk away, walk away.
Up and down the garden path
fetch your underwear.
Walk away, walk away
One step, two step…
collapse on the prickly pear.
Walkaway, walkaway
~
‘Sea above us,
sky below,
we’re upside down,
head to toe!’
Ate cake before bed,
coffee found congealed
intact, redeemable: stirred,
revived, microwaved.
Stay of execution granted
Just three hours before deadline –
brutal brinkmanship
orders from the DA
reprieved to death row
there’s no place like home
green, green grass
to touch, taste, smell
Each dawn I live.
*
Russet bricks, light fey blue cuck egg skies
Oriflamme sunrise through filthy back window
Faucet drips, wight torched grip Stilson prize
washer wither bold teardrops cease back window
Cannibalised urchins make best of bad deal
Promiscuous disposal dub scum back window
Gorged cheese door step warm ale Pied Pig
Wards and watchers hoist petards by back window
‘We bury them at sea to stop grave hoppers’
Called a spade choice digging ornate back window
St. Giles, Drury Lane, Houndsditch, Liberties
Uber links death carts rollick rumble back window
Linen footpads pilfer sundry freebies
Despatch covert trunks to hell in handcart past back window
Green balloon plummets
Petrified screeches
Thud, thud, thud, whoosh, bang
We ran toward it
The scene unfolded
Before we knew it
The horse had bolted
‘…there he was sat, bold as brass, plain as day,
stone deadpan serious, as if he was my judge.
I ask you!
Bulling on about ‘the great doings & dones’
sounding like a brat bragging about
the darning of the sacred
socks of Nemesis… ‘
In short, one may conclude,
a blow by blow account
of how wind gets out the bag:
why the turtle turns turtle,
and the attributes of the perfect carrot.
It was to his credit that he chose
to demean himself to
the baying hordedlavishers
that dwelt upon every word ,
as if, perhaps, they were his last,
and,
that they would get a mention in the will,
despatches, or the mind of God,
his father,
who was in heaven-by-the sea.
‘…By gum, though, he sported lovely, kind, peepers
and one of those whimsical smiles
that always give you a tingle in the dingle.
Herdsman, craftsman…
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Eight: drainer full of empties
Some idiot left R3 on upstairs
We seem like passing strangers now
Who did put the bop in the bop
Do wop do wop?
August belongs to Brian Blessed
For colonials who do not know
Bank
He played Jupiter in Cats
T S Eliot wrote Old Possums book of Cats
Made money out of it
That snivelling little creep Andrew Lloyd’s
Bank made money
Virge produces geneology
Enjoy your holy days
Fairly
fizzing about the ether,
fizzing like a googly,
or Mugli’s eighteen herbs
with verbs
The Tamarind dropped anchor and despatched a
purple emissary
who announced the fate of the sweet, eyed,
lovely Maiden
from the coast of Malibar
to the swelling throng on the quay.
It appeared that, for once, the trades had been kind:
the Pirates of Somali
were vacationing in Bali
Grimbeau 