Well we are where we are at
My fellow desperados
Not a penny to our names
Parchment skein turning yellow
Instant beatification
Atomic & unclear age
Much in need of renewal
Thunderbirds are gone
Message reads:
Au revoir Mes Enfants
Sensible brown shoes
Contemplate retirement
Live now pay later
It’s a wonderful lifeboat
Gigantic white horses
Full force gale blows crazy
Fisherman lost all at sea
~
blue murder is an option
vaguer notions involve plenty
mississippi mud pie
sanguinity & toast
underwater table tennis
constitutes just one
ding that springs to mind
also: mend s l o w puncture
~
synchronized slumming it
keeps the blighters off the streets
after pilates & fries
fleas and mice of the Caribbean
Prance in light elastic pumps
or bristle with shaven ravens
tipping away at venality
between long wet slogs
through warm soft tissue
then we all fall round gurgling
gambolling precociously with
lamb’s toothy daughter
Caroline of Brunswick
Who breaks into a piggy bank
& scoffs the Hottentot of it
~
Moanwhile…
Up shat creak without a Piddle
Wherein which we whet the wall
A chemical imbalance
In the Fred Astaire’s of men
My Lord is a ram jam toerag
Supinating pimply puss pot
Leaving droppings on the pantry floor
~
No wriggle room here to let to
Blackdog Irish ne’erdowells
So when in Go do as the Gonads
Spread a little body mass
As you doze on cheese on toast
The everso dumbed down games
Rumble to a disclosure
lack of twinkly anoraks
Thubron & Thubron Ltd
Quality prophylactics
To the monarchy
Since last I could be arsed
Quite like Eliot’s Hollow Men
I
neither impressed nor depressed just pressed
II
Psst (confidence follows):
a giant ravenous fly eschews flesh
an impecunious hero
it’s yellow
leaves it clear
up to future generations
III
Heads full of straw, or, as the wiseacre put it:
“Full of shit and twigs”
How I laughed out loud when that first I heard
“…nobody does it sweater
makes me feel sad for the vest”
sad when sequels disappoint
that’s why you have them
like sloppy seconds
Good, that stopped the table wobbling!
Went out for a quiet garden moment,
just as I was warming in the soft sun
of early autumn, the army commenced
lawnmower war next door. Disappointed my
plans were scuppered, but undeterred to gain
nothing from my venture, I fetched the washing
from the line and back indoors, though failing
to spur the idle into action, I
consoled myself with the thought of green socks.
A walk through
MacArthur Park
Turned out
quite contrary to
all popular opinion
which I assiduously
some have said ‘blindly’
follow like a shop
or sometimes a sheep
in a stripy pair of panties
Small minded? Mind made small, caged in, malnourished, smirched, lank
The loop games slept through last night until the nocturnal screamer started up
Broods and modest flocks peruse the evidence with fine-toothed combs, displaying unnatural penchant for forensic deduction
Pole cats who think big rarely make it
The tell tale signs of cupidity give rise to cause for concern
Flawed methodology must never be ruled out
Make sure when you smash it you give it one hundred and ten per cent
Leave all of it out there on the track
Always be mindful of sunken corduroy turnpikes
Spoilt for choice at the postern gate
Never yield to incessant misfortune
Nearly time to scratch your forearms blackberrying
When was that time the toad winked back?
The inevitable meeting of the moo-cows and the bin has happened. Screams of delight, grunts of animal abandon, and a great rustling of toddlers in garbage broke Henry’s morning trance.
‘It was causally determined, given the recent state of the roads and the nagging persistence of tardiness among the idiot classes.’
‘Idiot classes? I bid you enlighten me’, inquired a Tudor Nobby, laying aside his lute.
‘Everyone but us, young Nod!’
They laughed heartily and quaffed down goblets of blood red blood.
‘Morrow is the skinning of the Sinister Eyeballs, Sire.’
‘Tis, by Splurge, Noddy-doodle-dude! So heavy on the prune tincture, what say you’
‘By March Hare’s Day, your dreams of the home made black pudding will be realised.’
‘Indeed, you poor stooge. Indeed’
Bodies and domestic waste filled the Cut.
There was not another collection for two weeks.
Grimbeau 