Clouds slumber
Hum hark hear
Ammonium
Salt miners
Maenads mummies
Westerly eyries launch
chaff over miserly ears
Turning on Twisted
hissing egos chide arid
bad armies renting earth
Hands over plover’s eggs
Soft petals release indigo
nerve gas empty tents
echo rueful neutral
astral laments
Ponder
Lost orange months,
Gone like quicksilver fish,
Their trails, fading, once were fragrant
And purple
At the jukebox
With a timid demeanour
Behind purple drapes
They, with needles and pins,
Listen to Sontag
On the blue rock
Of a lapus lazuli
Under western skies
We, our feet caked with soot,
Dance like idiots
here
is a stillborn,
grey still, day:
a
day to
get lost on the wing.
shivering
in
cold sog:
awaiting
a
long hot shower:
four hours
dreaming
steaming
Glisten
Sheer sparkling wit,
wild infant crazy hopes,
whose voices, too true, call to us all
like spooks
_
Wonky-wheeled about with caution,
discovered prone Bloom, covered in
lampblack, penitently licking up,
almost lapping up, ancient grease
beneath my fridge. Toilet next,
then repatriation to the Lazar
Zones of Bongo-Bongo Land.
Abjection is the will of kippers…
must try harder next time, if…
Let me be your Trilby, you can be my Head.
Let me be your reader, you can be my read.
Walsingham, Cromwell, Karla, and McBride
Spied, entrapped, intimidated, lied
For a living.
Rusty.
Crusty.
Peeping out the back door
Omnipuzzled by sleep, back from the faeries
Of Morpheus, a windgust insists retreat.
This season it rarely does gentle persuasion.
‘You who dance the light fantastic
Are likely for the collapse drastic’
Who said that? I see no talking mammals.
Ah yes! Last night a chatty Bactrian camel
Detained me most welcome between mares.
Another cold steel wind stabs me at the front door
That’s what erstwhile friends are for.
Brenda, Hilda, Daily Dampener, Cleo’s Panda:
All Jolly natter past my open window.
A routine mantra measuring out huge
Dollops of pre-school childcare: tendergarten
Sucklings and seasoned toddlers bloodied, bibbed
and tucked, for the battle, the preparation
for bigger battles with the big bad world
Conkers time!
Whore’s chestnuts
Sad fallen
Playful fruits
With crash-hats
In phantasm
light,
battleship
grey,
watch them prowl,
panther black
foraging
poacher’s pad,
sniffing for
nuts in dreek
Grimbeau 