June crawls out of bed into being
and washing up on
broken glass and sinew
Contemplates a cup of tea
whilst weighing up
the perils that haunt kettles.
Underfoot crumbs thrive
& polka. Must we
now wince at the crawling stumble
of decay, or faceup to
someones fact you’ve had
your day in the sun
Very like a Mayfly did?
Smoke
Went up
—new PopE
yardbrush swishers beatbrush thwacks yield twiglet slender silver sticks cold outlook strobed tongue groove mouldy bottle green sludge ivy all froe up, garden table soused SLITHERsmooth in ghostSLICK slugslime, SO sad neglected sun logo chair looks unfit for purpose, drizzle SWEEPS over sedge stiff reed , ornamental gusts of whippy arctic sea gales dwindle grizzled peter out, sppn to blow in cheesey goose step masquerade as otiose ducks stand in line on chipped postwar plenty china refurb mantels, hollow winter darkness looms in spring, you always kid yourself round now, but it will soon be passing, yes it will, give has been taken to leave, or merely overlooked by circumspect tree fellers from the weald…
After it was over better—clutching one win under the belt, Miles Davis makes a silent din interspersed with radion soft tocks, geiger counters synchronised clocks and watch keenfor cloudburst—phial of fugues splashes khaki homespun doublet, scutching wheat from plenty chaff— worralorra chaff—pround once a former waf, got a leg up from wan myrtle turtle artichoke to the rank of wag. And never looked back from there it seems from this point of phew…wahplus
Something about this computer—me
Working on some dead sea scrolls: fruitless work for screw loose souls
Gave it up for tobacco road, sacrificed it for a well stocked ashtray and threadbare coptic rug
Was it worth what?
Why how could it not be so-so?
Wall to wall sun brings out we
jobbing builders from our thermal lairs
Found Little Nell well stuffed
after sausage & small beer jugs
knows how to cheat at cribbage mind
The colour of water perturbs us, as for the shapes!
Sublime purple candyfloss sickly sweat
spilt acrid boiling fat, overheated drain smoke, egg & tomato flytraps
four giant fallen women cackle when the towel drops
oily petrels stumble aimless slippery over ostrich stones
bent forward crouched like hunched watchmakers
here we are all beached till Uncle John
picks us up at teatime and we can all go toilet safely
scrutinising pebble gnat
who sea sky truly bluely
…in the city we are a stone’s throw from San Francisco and care not for the consequences we are devil may care trusting our personal belongings to strange looks waiting for the call to take our last chance at paradise
Tippett grumbles tweely
wormwood scrubs
confined to barracks
shakebog blitzed crude argot wine
floorsuck sonic toe wipe shine
invasion swots up Apenine
blue wasps stumble coarse scree
try too too hard to please yourselves
please no-no-no-no one
capricious Amy said with zest
war begets a war in jest
such (like what?): Canaries squawk–no rest for them wicked keep on rolling thought Ole Man Ripper he just keeps strolling along. Faith.Yellow light fog ( seamanship unsure?)
Hornblower amid ships squints tall trees concluding even toffs must open up windows fusty (droops the feathers, Capitano?) A Gustless fug shivers my timbre Cheese & Pickle bagatelle (relabelled past sell buy?) ingested in haste mad reasoning
sometimes draws strangled conclusions (Aargh)
Entropy it ain’t
What it was in oakum picking days
gray gabardine mack brigade days
ban good bad book days
dour doris day days
we were never young at heart days
four wild horses dragged us nowhere days they do not serve who also stand and wait days
head fizzes fierce barking
who sprinkled space dust over
dubious dentures
Nothing is sacred
Stone still sat stupid
Unspeakable
Red hat looks ugly on
Nicer in the shop
Grimbeau 