Is there something wrong with everything, a flaw, a rift, a fissure, the meerest hairline fracture inbuilt obsolescence has a lot to answer for; so, later today dangling precariously upside down by the ankle attached to a withered yellow rubber band I will venture to examine various suspect roof tiles If I have the time Or indeed the inclination
All of us are characters
In our own twisted way
You are in my book
I am in yours
Whether we like it or not
What a terrible thing to read
Unreliable narrators
All spouting about
Fuck All
helicopters come
and go
sea king
Michelangelo…
Grote expeditions
Jallop vendor charlatan
Crystal gondolier
Heebie-Jeebie aitch dropper
Or wright jon gotta new sofa
Haroun dan random ragga bush
Der ragout meister rant
ive
not got lost
in a book since
ive
got
lost in you
Mews hazed Jardiniere, rowan dappled sunlit perch,
barefoot pads patchy lawn,
jasmin somehow here sprinkles clear air act must
to musk. Whatever happened
Monday seems an age ago, time is a mystery
Lost on those ghost days
Fate spills coffee beans, kneeling aggrieved hard done by,
monstrous invasion offside,
privacy and all that J a s s — Favourite time I’ll be there
River willow smirks, snig-grr
Not on your nelly smelly Change the sheets to seagulls
impugning military/industrial complexion
Get out of it fly Not that I would ever harm a hair on its…
Still bloody stuck inside again
Get sane stay clean day
Overcast moggy groggy
Soggy muggy fug
Smells like old stale basting tray…
fallow state chides grunts dunnoes
dawn eyes droop on midnight train
Garden purged post dunnock frenzy
Swathes sweep across fecund grass
Metal clangers brute repairman
Delighted flirty banter rings out
How amusing can it get?
Rolling around weighing up the options for the next phase?
Life is what happens when you are making other plans
So you like pith then
Are you buying or selling?
online depersonalization bureaucracy rears its ugly head
academic qualification or hiding behind mummy’s skirts throwing stones from the long grass?
Be brutally honest. Crap at deadlines and references, useless file organizer, prone to rage and self-destructive fugues.
Would Tai chi & yoga not be better for you?
Are you a glutton for punishment, trial by ordeal, the futile fight unto the death of all hope.
Yes, most of the time
A glutton for punishment then?
A glutton full stop.
Do not publish this even when the urge to fill the void is huge
Anything to avoid a haircut and a shower
Have another cigarette…
I shouldn’t really
Why do anything anyway?
Your crap at life let’s face it.
Suppose so…
It’s all on the internet anyway if you really want or need to know
True
Better to get out more, meet new people to glower at
Yea, Glower Power—sounds catchy
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
Grimbeau 