Strange nudes of another Star
Reading Maupassant for kicks
So distant from the written word
Drowning in sick sunny seas
Onset sunset all day long
Operation smile
Don’t it turn your pink knees green
Joel, Joel is you unwell
Chlorine minus mustard smell
Tobias Lundyford;
purveyor of contraband
snuff & truffles
since 1666
to the discerning hooter
denizens of Snoot & Tootsville
cognoscenti of
TheBlessed Durante
So read the swinging legend on the wall
Shit rained down in stair rods
that frightful April
No worries: shit happens, they
just said indoors, just
go about your business,
merrily & frugally
as appropriate to
presenting circumstances—
keep one aware eye out for
the main chance to flee
as luck must have it one day
when the shitrain stops…
~
The inner tube got calloused,
puffy pink, cheap as chastity,
spiced up since Swithin’s
cruel orange snow fell.
Do not forget the onion
soup recipe for disaster.
Mulligatawny
The long postponed reunion
with the Gruesome
Toussaint.
Small
but perfectly formed
encounter groups collude
Congeal, more like it…
Turn the sausages down
immediately
sense marginal jeopardy.
~
Eerie Syncopation vibes.
GPS was not quite what
it was cracked up to be.
There was a wasp.
Spring had sprung.
The hard work
had just
begun…
~
standing outside now, looking up to smile, proof reading a Reparation Tragedy, Daniel winced at the smell of posies, wretched at the stench of death, & vomited at the sight of his beloved being thrown on the fetch cart. Her wasted cadaver unsellable. Even for glue…
~
supply, you see, first outstripped, then,swamped demand,
subsequently
the value of lush duchesses plummeted
ten percent on the Bourse.
~
Daniel formed a robust cone and dabbed the corners of his mouth
Erasing sour crusty titbits
Experiencing, as he so often did,
A wistful euphoria
Involuntary bursts of bad breath
appease enraged blue tulips
Hope patrols the Plunderworld once more
~
Open an outside window
Collapsed in the street
Subcutaneous mites
Kept observers keen
To soft abstraction
News stand plastic rosebuds
Wilt in microwaves
Cute pot walloping villains
Snigger over cauldrons
Cackle and crackle,
Sticks in a fire
Hiccup and hackle
Wafts come suddenly
Warm bread rests its
Weary gluten farls
~
Getting pretty for
Mistah Mulligatawny
My fave
By a country mile
Thus finally banishing
Foul Smells of dyspepsia
Back into the sod all of Om
Watching Destry Ride Again
~
Crossroads up ahead
Places where old roads meet new
Sunshine and shadow
Field stream dream meadow willow
Warm bag of sour scented oatmeal
Soothes as April shivers us…
~
Stringless vivacious
kites circle come dusk
Over swaying eucalyptus
Airwaves collude midstream
Raucous flaxen haired
Mop of strange foreboding
Scuffing up kerbless sidewalks
Licking over sick traces
Bitter lemon peel
~
Ginless in Mancunia
Spiceless in Utopia
Piteous hubris
Not a pot to piss in
Squatting in the street
Relief is sublime
Half man: half musket
Was not was
Noisome
Stroke me branches crest the lawn,
Attracting glances beside
the splendiferous alpine experience.
A dog cocks its leg on the ugly plastic herb cover.
The tiger glows under the daffodil.
Aphids pester gannets
Thrashing in mild dark.
Slow is what it is.
The cream is questionable,
but I have no fear
cautiously prizing the lid
finding caramel and semen.
The red rubber band
on the pastry
turned blue in the freezer.
I leave the door open
to help it find room temperature.
Vigilante bands roam
Just lookin’ for some
Combing the land
Fine of tooth,
Grey of suit
Brain in hand
They are all in this together
Birds of a feather muck together
So the slogan goes
Creeping round
on tippy-toes
just like Savile
soon unravel
‘Sewer grapes, capers, tourque armada…’
Will the din ever cease, what for a moments peace!
Giblets & Ghibellines, a splurge of ante-pastor.
Parricidal, opus deified, maple turnovers,
old sage oakum, and mudlark, turdal
tidal thames, sloops in misty river,
Quiver.
An assignation in Flandirge Veal.
Conspiracy with merge derby, whispers and flies.
Glue the tumbril to the blade.
A deal is made, we swell at dawn to Deptford Dock.
Sleepy John Sideways
leftsides, cocooned, pilled,
double egged, buttered, toasted
snoods with paddies, void of form,
contactless, warmgloved, burbling
fungus imp blooms via
lenseless nosepinchers,
splatburst on malmet axminster,
pile or wanton called by siren
earthpull bells.
Mugg, the failed suicide, is escorted
to her coiffeur for a ruffle & snip,
natters, buns, and Tizer too.
She is weak of leg and mind, partakes
of unlethal foodstuffs;
prawn cocktail sausages,
bananas in anchovy sauce,that kind of thing.
When she insults the trees they turn away
knowingly, to whisper disapproval
to the concubine breeze.
Sympathy is like gas
and tears:
a finite
commodity.
Contagious creed
outrageous seed,
litigious nuns
religious guns,
Canon fodder law,
martial copper law,
common senseless law…
Runaway, runaway, runaway
To where, to where, to where?
Have a week in Mozambique;
worry sheep in Martinique;
act suspicious in Mauritius;
bake Alaska in Madagascar..
Chuck the world in a bucket,
drop it in the wishing well
So, nine to fervour underway
Make a list in mind,
A must not
To do list,
So, no list
Empty list.
Instead,
Go flowing with Brenda,
tickle salmon,
provoke Diogenes
&
smile at Joni Mitchell
floating down moon rivers
on a carousel of time
Cheroot smoke
plumes and wisps
Effigy, Eulogy, Ecstasy…
Bingo!
In Thames Ditton
A drowned kitten
In your own backyard.
Smartphone spews
Headjuice on Muesli.
Grimbeau 