aftermath

drain nap after lunch
blackfly gunge
twig flotilla
pale stale puddles
after the deluge
the lawn is brown
bread just add water
hay oozes liquor

drain nap after lunch
blackfly gunge
twig flotilla
pale stale puddles
after the deluge
the lawn is brown
bread just add water
hay oozes liquor

Wish I was not here
Is it Friday tomorrow
Are you a moron
I try my very best to
I am not a calendar
Self evidently
Trying to be funny are you
It never works when I do
Who disappeared then
Smoke blows out my ass
A tobacconist

Tai chi on roho slow as coot stoned as an unfaithful tory wife
Trying to lighten up before Henley Regatta
Elsewise you won’t get the most out of your summer frock
~
Tai chi on roho face down on keyboard hazardous standard lamp
Trying not to ring the buzzer with the hoop
Was it called ‘Buzzo’ or Milgram?
~
Tai chi on roho Djokovic stretches as a hobby between engagements
Trying to hang loose in an aircraft shelter
In Sarajevo
Just a little boy clutching
tight on to a shaking leaf
~

after a shower
write something brilliant
slow walk on water
unusual morning mantra
‘Ode to a Bloody Pigsty’
Remember Benbecula
opaque shape in mizzle
when that spatula melted
sausages sizzled

How do you like your
face in the morning?
I like mine with a Kiss
~
Apple turnover
French fries, grits, dried Eggs
synecdoche & wipes

Out he mistook
himself & melted
as butter used to
into buttercups
~
Ever so far off
lone agonising
over nothing much
worth speaking of
came a familiar tune…
‘Unstiffen & stretch the legs
While you are at it
Physical jerks
Physical jerks
Come in from the cold
Wrap yourself up well
& put on the scattergown
Dressing not ballroom
Taffeta and glitz non-u
Cold sunshiver morning
Luminous lime lights
Empurpled crippled moonchild
Hanging on the wall
Venetian Tryptych
Daytripper nick-nack…’
~
No tell me about that Mouse Song
“there’ll be blue turds over
the white cliffs of Dover…”
where hollow crowns & throne games
saltpetre the ether &
small good women are slain –
sacrificed for the cause of what?
A bunch of Silly Bully Boys
at sport just finding out
‘Whose good or bad at games…’

prime numbers warp
micropoetic mindsets
fives and sevens rule
put yourself in an empty room
fill it with algorithms
now tell me how you feel
is it all alone?

as I write tim is
re-entering mother earth’s
outer atmospheres
wave a nice hello

Wes Montgomery
brings out the lounge lizard in me
it is late summer
overlooking Miami beach
thunderbirds crawl curbs
cruising palm lined palisades
we prefer Kent to Winston
all the colour footage lost
its integrity
over exposure they reckoned
just these few black & white negs
to recapture the smell of hope
we knew it could not last long
deep down in our heart of hearts
just glad this survived

juSt aftEr yoU thOught
It cOuld not Get ugLier
iT Ot uGlier
…
€nD of bLoGGin’
lOsT hat ovuM feElin’
& (K)nOw it’S goNe, gonG
G On g On gOn-GonE