Jellyroll
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
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
When I left my trousers
In your heart of hearts
I never expected
Pleats as sharp as these
Eight: drainer full of empties
Some idiot left R3 on upstairs
We seem like passing strangers now
Who did put the bop in the bop
Do wop do wop?
August belongs to Brian Blessed
For colonials who do not know
Bank
He played Jupiter in Cats
T S Eliot wrote Old Possums book of Cats
Made money out of it
That snivelling little creep Andrew Lloyd’s
Bank made money
Virge produces geneology
Enjoy your holy days
The first of the few,
the last of the many,
the next or
the runner-up,
the second last bar none
the rising of the moon
at the setting of the sun
under cypress shadows
wise chrysanthemum
Join me as I slink to twig the silver
dust away from the campfire’s embers.
See the fire glow: teaspoon it to flame,
Carefully perch the tall, crimson pot atop,
askew atop that is, and dig the day’s
latrine with that small yellow plastic spade.
We are on the outskirts of the craic of dawn.
Scantily clad tidings of cheap skates and
Square war-jaws, cousins to sleep’s hazel
snacks and myxamatosis of your mind’s eye.
Mutual micturition
& Adrian Mitchell on the wireless
Let’s let bygones be bygones
Bury the haggis
After all is said and done
It’s just water under the fridge
Were you just taking the piss
When you asked me why
the box of frogs I promised
was not for keeps just swops?
Mutually unsure destruction
Is not what it’s cracked up to be
Vibrant dawn dazzles
Pitch bone slate lamp nightdreamers
Eyeblink shadows flit
Earlybirds dart brisk alert
Incanted day arrives
Perfect golden light
Rakes tree leaf and bark
Hope springs all prisoners