Lanolin folded cream
Rolled ploughed furrowed
Clouded brow field
Sky blue food dye filling,
one indigo dropped in a sea
of sky goes miles
Insuck ouch
It bites that wind
Just looking at it
Seated by a throbbing rad
Savaging a trembling bramble leaf
Petrifying a bare twig
Starching stiff the black tent top
And fruity pastel bin and body bags
The fat drawers and winding sheets
Creaking next door’s line
Vibe changes sundown
Clustered scapples save the day
White wine weds olives
Anglepoised action stations
Awaiting further information
To impart to my reader
Zelda ‘Toots’ Zuchenslooper
A dogged fighter
Carniverous wolverine
Hypercyclically disposed
Tea and oranges
Breathe in octave,
in one voice,
the celebration of the fungus,
sharp light on water,
a trout called esther williams
has parasites on its whiskers,
they say: ‘shave this fish, shave this fish’
and slip under a fan dancing turbine
off for porridge & smokies.
Don’t think of England
America’s dutiful poodle
Europe’s rescue dog
A jingle in the dingle,
a dongle in the shrub,
a riddle on a fiddle,
the median of middle.
Stepping out in running blues,
shouting ‘Still here, your twerps and twonks!’
who wished me gone for yonks.
Net curtain snideys,
hanging out dry washing
on crooked lines
just to block out the sun.
Met
The Jazz Singer
On foot:
Original
Talkie
Walkie
Al Jolson Sings Again
On a happy note
Crazy Theolonius
Blue September Hills
chilling on a Friday night,
leaning,
preening
running down an empty street,
blindfold,
screaming
waiting by a waterfall,
fearless,
dreaming
standing in the summer sun,
precious,
beaming
Candle on, rain shrewd,
meat pie and two veg,
suppress urge to chew,
black and white movie:
Séance on a Wet Afternoon
Grimbeau 