cum in do cumin did just i not pat space there-there here next moi? yes yes yes i did-- i did so so sit hear by me we can soon touch no do not turn away just now we can play swim weak knee seas make dry eyes water please turn surface tension needs strokes after all is said-- cum in do cumin please do
Grave Achilles sat
blissfully darning bed socks for victims of his mood swings—
a timely encounter downunder thus helped them
forge great shapes of things
shrewd Ulysses’ war eyes looked perplexed·
on seeing this Achilles carped the diem & told this glum mucker that life beats death hands
down no worries huh
Tummy warming stuff
on this wet day in Maida Vale inside a humming bird
whalebone bisque before aboriginal public—
noble stuff indeedy poohs·
however mud sticks regardless take the point
on board & suck on it extract epic sangine juices lick lips breathe a deep sigh without
ever knowing it
What came next was pain
inexplicable—how many times can you leave home
without your keys till they finally write you off?
Too many cheeseburgers
(one a day for eleven years) takes its toll
of a demi-god let alone the rest even though they have a voice best ignore it all now
thanks for dropping by
scatter lucky beryl cellophane gaily around cutlass island go make marina pretty pristine regatta according to will and epilogue eleven years we lived harmonious-like then whoosh sister big wind Marcia blew up some tempest like see you never did
so it seems dangling over parchment stone bones & ashes once impudent amusements were delicately nurtured doctrines by glum Python beyond farewell all hope of fortune for I was not. I was. I was not. I don’t care now leave traveller’s checks cheat others as you did yourselves
so you see these days not even toddlers except those young enough to get free baths value spirits underground valleys and rivers or our mate Sharon’s face full of black frogs or tall tales of hundreds of dead souls on one boat
rest assured ills end when you snuff it no dark underworld tosh no judgement seats all baloney borne by hairbrain herms…
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By candle.
Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk
awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,
three-point-turning,
tricornering, crossing back,
leant on bedstead,
with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Sit and sweat and look
and realize why he smells off.
The do it again.
And again. Again.
Waiting for…forgot.
Letters found under a Sea Shell,
perhaps — cockle, hermit, conch,
periwinkle…lists of ships nefarious
Whose that over reacting there?
Iffy light bulbs wax & wane
Mistook Ajax for Johnson’s Baby
No bloody wonder is it?
Are we not merely the Star’s Tennis Balls?
No we are the playthings of the Gods
All ends up at the heel of the hunt
Yes, suppose it does
How we tittered!
Just keep bobbing up and bobbing down
Watch sardonic heads barking braying constant
hanging over crowded parapets orchestra below jumpy
chuckles brassy rubber necking knowing how it always ends ie:
hit the deck and spill the beans that run out feely
heralds send forth some seventh cavalry or other yokes
cut off at the pass up some otiose defile
laters Daulis is full of knuckleheads
spoiling for a knees up decided time to do
my turn & quit wrestling lions naked bringing down
posh funhouse in Naples at the very thought snapped out
a very whimsical rice paper boatman shrank rippled vague
sun up vanished leaving dead slow women & children & you
burst out laughing for no apparent reason: the very idea
of pulchritude we regret over red mullet…
Pomes is
Commoditties
Vacuum packed starshells
Beside the brassica
Liquid cheese fajitas
Above the pistachios
Something for the weekend
The Poet
A mere commode…
So go to
work on a leg,
or,
better still,
two.
Plumb
the crumbliest,
Flakiest
confection
in the world
it does what
it says
on the tin:
Authentic
Teak
Finish
Go on,
Try it!
Yes, you can
If you like
Ike
& Tina
Tuna Chunks
Primrose promised me
evasion and avoidance
Get down to brass tax
after easter jamborees
lazy anniversaries
~
Father, son, and down the face
Pigsty disgrace ful
wish it away with fresh air
citrus freshener
~
That’s a bit better
focus on and gather up what was
and is to be done,
bundle them all up,
watch them fall into
ephemeral dystopias
~
gothic slab caked alabaster
slip slop slap on thick as pitch
regard the sporting complex
perusing motley queue of:
whats, whens, and how to do’s
~
put your best foot forward,
promptly fall face flat
relapsed catholic tastes stale
yellow river reds
run under beds of roses
beneath your contempt
bedding clothes smell suspect
~
Open up your eyes!
Use the can opener in
your plague ship head box
shore leave is over
set a course and go…
Film Blanc tuRns (to): PleA
A viBrant sToneF-aced
Wilderness caressSes leggy foalSprog;
Sum Fool fuLfilling deepfelT want ofF:
orange civil henna-hairshirts
instead (ja) such Bad unLuck—
Wilde blows harshE gorse—-Bumps FrResh up iLL ashtrays & slashes brush stroke twiggy broom
WhereasHeather nested sun cussed tartan Ptarmigan eGG…:
giVes A handoutta bUrp-brrp-urpp: intermittent:
briTTle foot crunch (two steps back one too…)
Nacrid, quicklime breezes urgE
rhapSodes Two Fish snap shIps
IN
An urbanE Blandscape noW.
Hmmm…Margrave-Strump Underwriter
To thy StArs
See hER(e) now at it
hArd to Pleeeeaze
Going at it hard
like a lyCra Frog go At it
Up a PumpKin
MoIst
DayZzz…zzz
Nothing % interest
whom bell truth be
OUTside (cairn-Gormley)
told
Only thornY amethyst
thisTle down blown disbursed beI Mistah Woof
Few bards & flunkies did once
tell of an old frying pan worked for London transport
till european mind held up his stagecoach…
We drove as if we had a puncture;
Dad trying not to blink, that man’s eyes
stuck in my head, which is where the story clunks ,
and any attempt to energize this fable
with something aromatic whiff of the nature
of articulacy and inheritance,
since he can well eulogize his own
excuses, you your own accommodation.
As it stands now if you still insist on resonance –
I’d swing for him, and every other cunt
happy to let my Django know his station,
which probably includes yourself. To be blunt.
Grimbeau 