Number Crunch
point six recurring
terminal velocity did
what it said on tin
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Magic Realism
March 18, 2015
paraklute
Sure is
a long way to tip
O’Reilly
after lamb
steak nosh
some
in and out in
the cold
sunny morning
it
is as back
to be to
wooze
my way
Gideon’s
abject budget
to wake
undone
alone,
aware of onewhere
droning phone
March 17, 2015
Wide Blue Wanda
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
March 17, 2015
Uglies
Look! gurgling gargoyles
grotesquely gurning gargling
blistering mouthwash
March 13, 2015
Still Running Sore
It came in fourth
The horse you said
Would win the race
There were three other ones in front
Of the horse you put your last sou
On while you snored and snored and snored…
Age: old. Status: inconsiderable
Lump of matter, more fat than water
Surplus to requirements
Inbuilt obsolescent
Thumb-sucker; bad attitude
One of nature’s malconcontents
Think: Brando in ‘The Wild One’
On a white pogo stick.
I know the type:
Mass murderer
Who never killed
Anything in his eventless life
Never harmed a fly on purpose ‘cept
When he made you cry on purpose.
March 12, 2015
Livid Kyle Funkadelic
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.
March 10, 2015
Major to minor…
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.
March 9, 2015
Muesli Bowl Peregination #6
Gruel!
Trucks splayed on winceyette
Paperbacked up by thumbsail rigging.
Thieved, not in the slightest borrowed
Robbed, not pure good lend-lease film fan
Ships of Liberty cargoing
Senile bananas to far flung
Gerontocracies
These dodgems
Run by ruffians with friends
In low places: naked ventriloquists
Licking smarmphones of pox.
Rant!
Bang the wall against your head
Laughing warm inside when you find
It is only made of tapioca.
March 9, 2015
The Lie of the Land
Half man: half musket
Was not was
Noisome
Stroke me branches crest the lawn,
Attracting glances beside
the splendiferous alpine experience.
A dog cocks its leg on the ugly plastic herb cover.
The tiger glows under the daffodil.
Aphids pester gannets
Thrashing in mild dark.
Slow is what it is.
The cream is questionable,
but I have no fear
cautiously prizing the lid
finding caramel and semen.
The red rubber band
on the pastry
turned blue in the freezer.
I leave the door open
to help it find room temperature.
March 6, 2015
Gatecrasher
Jupiter turned
Up uninvited yesterday
Orrery trouble
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