Ongoing natter
random chronic gibberish
still work in progress
virgin walnut oil
unhurried lapping
waters flow uphill
Pinnate shadows cast
fingers monochrome gloveless
casablanca mornings
under pergola
down the hangover market
unquenchable thirst fat man
intelligence like marble
solid cold & hard
Now
you are
getting into it
shit it went again
in the blink of a blink of
a blink of a blink
the blink
of an
I
Time for a bite after a
long, steady haul so far—
Playtime!
Play nicely now
you
hear me.
No more pelting rocks
at old ladies backsides as
they are passing by.
They
know that it’s you that’s doing
it.
don’t pretend they don’t. or
me either.
& never make
Out you don’t or you’ll
end up like
the others
Hanging from the yardarm by
the cross for crimes and
misdemeanours.
That’s you.
a misdemeanour alright.
A bloody misdemeanour.
—Stop that.
stop it now,
you’re making I
laugh. She said
she had
a big bruise on her bum.
Wanted to show me…
No!!!
I did not. It was enough
to keep a straight face
as it was.
Silly old cow.
Best stop it though, luv
you might have someone’s eye out.
and you don’t want all that do you?
just play it doggo:
Minus Catapult.

Gloom hawks fulminate
squawking health iniquities
preaching avoidance
stretching gruff luck
fortifying condolence
munching prescription vittles
condemning bad violence
falsifying falsified
circumstantial evidence,
smiling as they chill—
chronic condition grows worse
suitably abject, scathing:
Acting out the old soldier
routine again then are we
watching souls swim by
in mute glassy repartee?
Only in short bursts these days
Can see no future in it
Let the dud bury the dud
Off upstairs for a good stretch
Let out for bad behaviour
roam glum rollin’ hills
& Tassies of Cnoc an Iuir