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Wenceslas! He Dead

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Kiss my fetid arse, he mock Royal Family chortled,

and muttered chagrined at the Shrewsbury Six,

the Famous Five, and the silver sixpence

he always found coz he kept it in his waistcoat pocket.

He won’t get it this year. After all, it’s just

a feastday afternoon in the middle

of deep, dark december- a bit of fun.

So riot and dissemble, be not alone,

think of the others who have mice for family,

dining daintily on nice nibbles while

fellow peasants crave more presents and

pudding. So much to do and so little

time. Time to get it right. Just right. Surely,

that’s life after all is said and done.

A fuss about nothing, just sage & thyme

stuffing around since this time last year,

a plateful of woe, a glass full of tears.

And Uncle Norman’s toast.

Bless him.

‘Glaze your arses and roast myrhh hadyustate!

 Cheers, my…

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Food is Love

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Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got

Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.

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Gadfly

Forced to flee slow accident below—
dog got worried by cuss, fuss & bother
private reasons gurt & daisy small
Time slips slow-quick-slow away—
no life permitted down there after hours
(bad traffic, gridlock, ill managed all round)
Shower first thing then…gogogo
A day away after months…
Returned bruised yet unbroken
Soiled, ill kempt, dazed & bemused
No one to blame but others’
Crass impertinence during my absence—
when cats etcetera: lice etcetera
etcetera etcetara …

Mappa Lundi

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So, farewell to another afternoon,

Subsumed in swoon, in a pale pink fractal

falafel, catacomb syrup lair, actual

familiar blue room, pale pink womb, belly

blubber walls, well plush crow’s nest, full of shit

and sticks; Indian cuckoo spits, some maps,

Wedgewood tobacco juicer, ugly cuddly toy,

fond of you set,… Just going, going, gone.

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Moonfinch (a tearDrop imPlodes…)

sumer goldfinch soars—
Moon suckles blood red orange
safe soft sofa snores
try hard to recall a smile
once glimpsed remains betwixt

comeuppances (Figary Hill)

Episodic enema soils domino all-knowing eyeliner, smelling rosy-posies, wrinkling up blue barley blaze, singing snarl laments, waving jolly rogers, two fingers up to bloody brutes, burning perfect pitch, atop vinegary hill, picture prayer card poseur priest issues old sago wind up cry—
‘gerrup yous lollabouts for I lead to clear catastrophe’
As a one they rise in confluence to flee the pungent smell of leatherpiss and rotten grapes. This done its home for tay and jallop, pen a ballad, and settle down snug to dream of giggling gombeens…thinks for dat either way, diss gift of liff, made a hames so far—
bad blood, bad houmous, yellow nile, burning figs…

So come Slocomb scrapping, conniving, bad smell rising, bicycles unchained are no more than scooters, technoprat, hence the n-name: Scooter Slowcomb, perpetrator of indecorous road rage and ragworthy ragout, romper stomper, heart of mould, broken nasal baritone par pestilence, snag buster, cringe maker by royal appointment to the House of Cheese & Biscuits
—lead us on a merry dance, big stink. Our souls need filling up with pink creasote and love apples. My tum-tum winks, my throats a slit. Lead on McDuff. Lead on!

Quince, loyal marmaliser heft a mighty wad. Big hearted and shortsighted as Lordy Arturo Pendraggin, pinch nose of mauve snuff, veruka and blisterine: one tough geezer, well rounded clap trapper, conviver, bonifaced spouter of drivelriddles, a Sucker for nourishment. World view contaminant or ripe plump pluckable legumes and succulence, thuswise rotunda temper thunder sunjugated by munch and prickle, keeper of the nipple, chanteur of logorythm of wife, Thermal Spottie Ars—
In for a penny, in for a mound. Shake fist and writhe, boyo Bucky. The ones got your gnome ennit! Let brittle commence, Fifthwith. Chard!

Knees up, tumbledown, grunties, spillage.
The rest is herstory…

 

Johannes Factotum

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mumsy

micropoems pinned

to treeblogs save our

planet from further

unnecessary clutter

green penknife trysts

etched on old tree blogs

eternally yours foresee

Tina’s coming very soon

so just dig it Dorothy

swallow the yellow brick road

ever remembering

neutron stars sleep all day

recharging batteries to

scintillate all night

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OeuVrE

 

‘good eggs only sitting room                                                                                                                      just one careless owner  for that is all it takes dammit                                                                                                                                           (handwrit small on uterine wall)

intriguing i thought
it matters not what it says
any more
hidden   liminal signals
perfidious albumin such as I

call it sure:
whipped up some frothless coffee
no more seethes raves screams
or ruin six egg omelettes
exit means exit
eggs is eggs is egg is eggs….

after all is said & done (that is)                                                                                                                dot the eyes and traverse the                                                                                                                devoTees in a jiFFy

 

 

Hibernating in Damascus

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Sense and fear of dying year;

dry naked weathered boughs,

shade damp amber fall.

A cruel clinical eastern wind

Eviscerates, then

sets fire to Summertown,

petrified eye witnesses

crawl back underground

and hide in readied

fumigated demi-rooms

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LiTeraTi

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SerioUs wRiters

mOst(ly) dEad rich (or) hideous

giVe mE the WillieS

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