Not bad for an orange achy drone!
This is the paperwork jerk
Lick flick wicker
lithesome stick
Drella’s bubblebath
A Nightwatchman crawls on
Berkeley Square
In the Snow
These dreams of Yew
Kaleidoscopic hysterics
Quinine mauve sinew
Mandrake incantations
Mad but true
Golf girl plumb potty
flipped clean absent trolley
on treacherous pin
The wealth of notions,
manifold
nano-agues
quelled by herbal
detonators;
vigilant magpie,
looking up for it
like a ska band cover;
gathering storm clouds
from the unfair,
violet west:
all of these
and more
by invasion
define my musing,
trip me up
as I oil up
readying
for slippery,
deeps matters of state.
Excuses whisper
it is said on the
weather
it is said.
I collapse in
Turquoise slop,
trying to remember
What
these excuses were…
All power to the imagination!
Perspicacity:
When push
came to shove.
The smell of sweet rancid butter
elicited hysteria throughout the herded.
Hecate’s cheesy rumours proven true.
Jack Rumplewort’s doing –
the craven emasculator –
Up to his old tricks
at last
Deep dark blue
Indigo Ink
Squids under
Black Seas
She crossed herself
hoping to die
how come she
ended up living
a lie?
A life sentence…
A death sentence…
A syntax of despair…
Quick smart snicker
Polka dot
Gypsy dancer
White skies
Kissed the red earth
Dying to live
Ended up dying
A truth
I do not fit in with anything today
just passing through with as little fuss,
the bare minimum. Today is not
a day dodging knives and barbs,
rolling under punches,
taking issue large and small,
crucial and otiose
No, today I shall be a rough sketch moving,
a fleshed out notion, a shadow of a familiar
I cannot be bothered to recall.
See, it works – I tried to recall.
It is good to talk when no one’s listening,
just pretending, no revealed or hidden agendas,
no issues to take account of. Hassle free.
After the ball bounce
Ricochets back between eyes
Reeling in the ears
Stumbling, rumbling, thundering
Tenements lack confidence
Disorientated
Blitzed, razed,
Untenable
Ruins
Sigh out Loud
The urge to destroy is a
Creative Fiction
Born of turbulence
&
Friction
Dereliction of solemn
Duty.
Developers pursuing
Booty
Goat’s eye moon subsides
Ruthless Heck cows run amok
Von Stroheim goes ape
#1
What kind of fuel are you?
Wind, she replied,
What about you?
Paper
#2
When do they beguine
The beguine?
After the
…
#3
The night had
A thousand
Eyes
Ouch!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
#4
Nights in White Satin:
Freezin’
#5
Young and green
Only seventeen
okra
#6
Who let the dogs out?
Who let them
in?
#7
And now
The end
Is
Here
Four in the morning;
radio off.
Silent sleep till…
Listful, churning daybreak
Nina ticks the boxes: arms,
Legs, eyes, souls all present
Incorrect but nonetheless…
Moon waiting, peeved, tapping
On the hollow roof, leaning on stack
And ridge tiles like a lazy bailiff
Time for mass critical
Time to bind leviathan
With mistletoe and
Gossamer cupidity
Grimbeau 