Category: Jazz


jaw jut

…in the city we are a stone’s throw from San Francisco and care not for the consequences we are devil may care trusting our personal belongings to strange looks waiting for the call to take our last chance at paradise


Banged Up Blues



Tippett grumbles tweely
wormwood scrubs
confined to barracks
shakebog blitzed crude argot wine
floorsuck sonic toe wipe shine
invasion swots up Apenine
blue wasps stumble coarse scree
try too too hard to please yourselves
please no-no-no-no one
capricious Amy said with zest
war begets a war in jest

Equality of Light



such (like what?):                                                                                                                                                                     Canaries squawk–no rest for them                                                                                       wicked keep on rolling thought                                                                                                           Ole Man Ripper he just keeps strolling along.                                                                                 Faith.Yellow light fog ( seamanship unsure?)

Hornblower amid ships squints                                                                                                                                 tall trees concluding                                                                                                                                                                         even toffs must open up                                                      windows fusty (droops the feathers, Capitano?)                                                                                                     A Gustless fug shivers my timbre                                                                                                       Cheese & Pickle bagatelle                                                                                                                                                               (relabelled past sell buy?)                                                    ingested in haste mad reasoning

sometimes draws strangled conclusions                                                                                                                                                           (Aargh)









Entropy it ain’t
What it was in oakum picking days
gray gabardine mack brigade days
ban good bad book days
dour doris day days
we were never young at heart days
four wild horses dragged us nowhere days                                                                              they do not serve who also stand and wait days




head fizzes fierce barking
who sprinkled space dust over
dubious dentures

if the hat fits (restrain it)



Nothing is sacred
Stone still sat stupid
Red hat looks ugly on
Nicer in the shop

Heads off for San Hoopla

The second coming went  down well                                                                                                                                                        having failed to command                                                                                                                                  an overall majority                                                                                                                                in the monkey house

before it faced madame guillotine                                                                                                                                                             aftershave spread  all over Europe                                                                                                                                        no piddling matter

life & death mutters obscene at a Christ dyed rouge…



Whirling Pits



In my neck of the woods
pernicious shits strike thrice in the                                                                                                         starless artificial night: sleepless permagripe,
stale coffee & coughing up phlegm,
apple puff pastry flakes spread                                                                                                            confetti every now and then
Obama rhapsodic real
good down in Dingly Dell

pissed off with phrase ‘feeding frenzy’,
murmurings from hell
as they choose to call it fake
I resort to Russia News
here Tom Hayden forecasts changelings
born of the Memphis Blues
looks like Jimmy Durante
after a vat of Cuban hooch

How about moderate progress
within the bounds of truth
making a real point for
auto de fe to catch on in Paradise
rest up a few days before
Babe Ruth & the hordes of                                                                                                                   babble on smartphones                                                                                                                                        rearrange the furniture

….to their liking

The Party for Moderate Progress Without the Bounds of the Law




You remember Gonks: foam stuffed cabbage patch dolls born of an oil crisis; Mister Mennish in a way; eminently home-makeable – scissors, clear glue, felts of varied hues & farbs – you got your Gonk! Mine was called Paulus,

after a little gnome who welcomed

all and sundry

to his home.


My Personal Paulus disintegrated

after a vigorous thrashing

in our twin tub.

It always had

a masochistic streak…

Pain Dance



Hiafflict  ME NOT  mockery

workyshy violets WITTER

no MORE milk today OK


so she say he say hearsay heresy of a heartfelt howl

I must turn way





& was it my luck to find this:
rave on Thom Gunn
serpentine dawn in fifty six
winkle pickled drainpipe ghost
rave on wine gravy shun
we say no-no Missus Minniver
& Walter Pidgeon pipe
off to California
undercover of the night


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