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State of the Union: Distressed

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we all feel down in bad weather
stuck indoors counting blessings
declavring war on last nights washing up
weighing up plusses and minuses
of invisibility and amnesia

bad servant memory skives off
feast days and bank holidays
taking bloody liberties
with the milk of mutant kindness
constrained by clamour
in the pantry garden

the camera never cries
the piecrust never seeped
gravy when you blew it
encouraging the meatball
to make a run for it

The Meagre Benison of Tired Starlings

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May rains hail and thunder
all-in-one morning tucked up
Sophia fetches balm for the bundle
Observing unusual proprieties
following hors d’oeuvres
keep the kettle boiling
the nettle coiling
the aspidistra flying
keep the company of doves
brawling in the fountain
over scarce fuck all
intended for the starlings…

Sprogulike

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Aunty Mare and sombre Sky observe
the proprieties at all times
Beyond the me the other hard to pick out
through the wrong end of a spyglass darkly
Ye Gobs! When frisbees roamed the earth
and all the bus tops green canopy
Millicent and Marty sought cover
from true blue meanies
Conceived after bathing at Baxters
glaze your arses and shield you gonads
to bless the pointless little head of Sprog
of Sprog Coriolanuswnd wash him well

Vellum Quarto

Grimbeau

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Leafmould

The page is made

on wood

Chopped, chipped, pulvered,

Mushrooms

Mulched and Rolled

Morning stretch

Decal edge refined

Yawn

Cut down to the right size

Behold your adorable

Face

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The Gaze

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…that odd time of day that tells;
inbetwixt engagements;
neither fish nor fowl
grace the dinner table;
when night falls we shall be gone
Pith! Sweet deity. Kind moiety
body and soul of livid wit
customizing scandal
scandalizing custom
mirror written cipher reads
upside inside out…
oo my fucking head it span
before the lockdown fixed my gaze

Todd Sloane

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End of day
at close of play
staying put
for night cap
to help
send me to a sleeping more sublime
I fell into a fever and thought myself a flea
transmitter in the lapel
of a diseased bailiff
transmitting gruff sweet nothing
about property and theft

Paper Moon

 

 

Fowlpester

 

 

The other side of the wind
Where the waves are absent
Save for lungfish splashing
stroll in pink straw hats down
an obligatory gangplank
for seasick whalers
day falls copious, resplendent
in the nursery window

Senseless in Gaga

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Strung out on quasars
everyone got lice
poor ickle seedy
third monsoon season
taramasalata
remnants on a crust
stealth bombers nest in
the stangest places
captain paranoia
calls the shots in Cisco

Air Weaves

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…radio morning:
Barg,.. CPS Snow…the Warp

and The Anarchy by Dalrymple
wherein Clive Of India
does himself in

with a rusty penknife on a luxuriant jakes…

& Eliot’s missus opts for happy pills
taken aback by Dostoevsky  elation
epilepsy, gaming

and sheer fucking Joi de Vivre

Why is this comic?
I dunno
You’re the expert
End of sonic

Head below

Heironymush Tosh springs to mind
Fat blackbird on bare mountain ash
tobacco yellow beak
beech leaf clings to dog fur
nightlights glow through mist…
Dilith strikes traditional note
grabs old hacks by the scrote and throat
invoking hostesses of rebecca
starlets and harlots rid the streets of slime
oozing under chapel doors
like strawberry juice and penury

Litmus Toast

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In the shell of the derelict Whalehouse coolies puzzle over paradoxes set by lounge bar lizards with slit me gizzards after throttling and poke me in the eye with starched cravats who feed off one armed bandits parked by signs marked exit

Once beside a time   empty handed punters   beg  favours feign worry spoof  anguished monochrome saviour  foster righteous outrage   really biding time  until soft cops came by in drag   quelling din & quenching   thirsty fires one by one

The fun had barely begun  an ill disposed hermit fell foul of a a fishy dishy   only found out to the cost later

She was an alligator at heart   who fed off a baked potato   he found too hot to fondle
A portrait of a disappointment just  for a change

She claimed that when he looked around casual took a bitesize chunk of grumble pie then settled down to face off a blowey night part lit by fazed green candle night …

Green golden sleeves droop willowy hanging limply over sable fable plots of footpads tripping lightly on elastic flagstones

 

Sneak thief nimble wily   attend the gulley snipe’s   consumptive giggles  mock echo ghoulish chatter & the splatter dash of infidels dissolves down rancid runnels

Air drains for miasma from hoop lanes where squat arched floribunda sprout from brick grikes and get mistook for feral catnip

Loss leader posies,ark the spot…fistful of sixes, fistful of sevens  overspruced suitors  don best bib and tucker stride coyly bolt upright

Besmirched by coal juiced sleet just dropping by to pass on a promise of nevermore sorrow & eternal blisses

Stole furtive kisses contacting sublime lilting learned on all things and everything you honour to neglect
overmuchly.

Meanwhile downtown Hope sprang eternal tin the human beast thanks to electric shock therapy interrupted by an outage

Episode seven: The Rape of the Lick; Five go Apeshit in Dudley Salterton (the only game in town); Deaf Mango Party Pack plays a Humdinger de Luxe al fresco

Carpal tension quelled at last by stirrup pump & gurgling unction   Going going gong rang out…Squawky Flitch prevailed over a jug of brine before  bringing up the main

During the crash of two zeros eight we consider eight fugees queuing up outside
Northern Rock in Brixton rescuing a lifetime’s savings.

Rodgered once more by de Cover Up they retreat into Insecure obscurity; battening down hatches; weathering the storm –The one that never stops

Hurricane Hutzpah hits Louisiana; Twisters blister bayou wasteland; how savage are the lakes of Pontchartrain?

Langston takes the wavy air   One in the pot One ready to go   Read above  head full of garbage gust needed to clear the space of missiles

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