Our Zero is back.
Huzzah, huzzah…
Back triumphantly from Nodl,
festooned with laurels,
plaudits,
smelling of spring fresh mint and lavender thongs.
– Have a cigar!
– Thunk yew muchly…
Don’t tow:
Shell.
Wish like new comer: wash like an old comer
…say lurvee, say lurgair.
Life’s so unfair.
Weeps lots.
Drugstime;
coffee two.
Get down, hep kat!
Pickled pumpkin head in a Pipkin!
Whatever will they think of nexty next…
jugged hair, lungs tongues in arsenic, potted wimp?
Friday I think blue train twinkles Naomi: (S eductive) Yes Naomi Naomi: (E r u pt ive) Yes
She came in
through the bathroom window,
crept across the
bathroom floor,
glanced into the bathroom
mirror
slipped out through the
bathroom door
End of Palm Mystery
Case closed post infinitum
Time for me hols
~
Refuel the battered keys
‘BFN—TTFN’: o F f
Formalities observed:
~
Put out blazing cat
Left in empty milk bottles
Turned up thermostat
~
Opened all windows and doors
Counter-counter espionage
Drones disguised as flies
~
Circumnavigate
Naff squiggly lampshade
Armed up to the teeth
~
And don’t forget
leave a smoking cadaver
on the shieling lawn
Get cracking on now
—that’s better
old Hobbits die
(hahahaha) hard
‘’…’ate a
B E L&T—S ?
(B a co n
Eg g
L e tt u ce
A nd
To ma t o—
S an dwi c h)
Royal Navy Robe
without a belt (or hat):
flapping & dangling
around my chaps
like tippets or
Tom Baker’s scarf
In Doctor Who used to
(the gown not the belt)
looking quite dishevelled, I suppose
two way mirror crack’d
don’t dare to look
if I were in your shoes—
think with a long head
might it not put you off your
elevenses and/or twelves’.’
They cut off my bard
Victim of facial abuse
Overcame survivor guilt
Takes just one drop—
Eine Augenblickchen
The question popped up
castdown eyes analysed
meditated anthracite
its pros and cons smother out
elephantine silences
‘Each one counts’
‘yes, of course it does, each
And every one counts’
Kitchen joy beheld
Chocolate almond croissant
Warmed up under grill
Rinsed a greasy baking tray
Rescued a sausage courgette
Flavius Importunas
and witchcraft sandwich
Boethius Consolation
of Philosophy fairly
lit up the Dark Ages
the Harry Potter
of those Gothic Days
Pallid wan shrouded
Lucid nacreous calico
Cauled mirrored fetch
Spectral living ghosts emerge
Perusing your back pages
I smoked some grave ass
Damaged the thick glass
Of my cartoon eye lash
So did Gunter Grass
He was good, dontya thinks?
knifing slivery eelsguts
in a Kitchen Sink
Grimbeau 