Still as farmyards
The last day of august goes
Out like a vagrant
Holding her father’s torch
Smiling knowingly
Write what you know
they said
I don’t know much
I replied
Smiling knowingly
The day pans out
It’s vast
How tiny are we
Specks
Smiling knowingly
meek winds sing small ills: niffles snuffles niggles gripes Gene Wilder’s gone stone deaf dazzling daisies pomp no more turning leaves bonfire bright -must we go to grown up school this time every year?
Sphincter the catnip died in nineteen sixty-nine what was the other one called? Ernie the Mouser he died too the myths play at will you grow attached with glue crustaceans of rock limpet, mollusc, squid theodolite, arbitrage scuttling about the old gaffe seeking a whale of a time licking up spilt milk not worth crying over now baby blue
Rain is in the air
Harpsichordal fugue
Will it or won’t it
Joni light an open fire
There’s a nasty chesty cough
Pneumoconios is it
Blue black scar tissue
Dirty fingernails
Bathful of coaldust
Red carbolic soap
Flat as a pancake
Spider hanging by a thread
Slew an open fire
Red double dragon struggles
Tying up laces
spittoon Sospan fach
Forked the lawn today
Half-hearted fat man in straw hat
Alas poor Yorick
~
Always take the stairs upstairs
Even in stilettos
North face of the Eiger down
~
Ten twenty thirty
Forty fifty…soon adds up
Awesome hill of beans
~
Ten thousand spoonfuls
Fifty-seven varieties
Molehills breed mountains
Early come-ins &
go-ins at no.13
galvanizesrubberneckers
in da nay bore hood
sumer is a goin’ out
exit the cuckold
Trad.
There drifts another dreamer,soft headed ne’er-do-well
Sitting close to Budhha, pussy’s fond farewell…
wrung out the bowels from an old dishrag: there’s a riot going on down in slough-
who needs yesterday’s diapers?
nobodaddy in da world inflammation strangles up my mind: diet exercises customs proffer cure for life again big pharma
aphrodite looking flighty in her nightie induces instant korma: suture strangles up my mind your step on the way out
dere moving the shard for corporate malice: mr magoo went down on malice & is now detained at monstrosity’s leisure
A polar indifference
To current affairs pervades
This sunny afternoon
Opposites repel invaders
Gadflies waddle through cold custard
Jam dollops smear gleeful
scarlet faced bruised egos
enlighten dictatorships
Surprise visitor!
Ginger Rogers fresh from heaven
knock me down with a feather boa
give us a twirl then luv
‘aren’t you going to ask me?’, she said
Ask you what I close upped
Strong silent typography
‘How does it feels to be dead?’
She thinks I’m Peter Fonda
Poor love goddess,
They all go a bit
Sunset Boulevard
I give her my father’s best side
And flash the trademark
well-upholstered teeth
she smiled knowingly
We parted on the best of terms
It had not always
been like that…in fact never
quite like this before
Moses, Moses, holy Moses!
A turn up for the books.
Four quick glances
an element of surprise.
An intriguing risk demonised.
I think of you all the time, she said.
Puking in her handbag.
That’s some love poem
~
My eyes are clouded over with self-deceit,
these words are redolent of feet
that walked proud as punch,
no more for now,
no more,
the crunch
Perhaps the radio can see
who the ocean has reclaimed
this gusty Sunday
Less a numbers game
than prurient derision
Smug as a bug on a drug
Neon hordes festoon seasides
Find macabre pokemon
Washed up after sated fish
Gold, silver and bronzed
Load up on food for thought
Leftovers after feeding frenzies
Fake it as it comes
Feel no love for humankind
Only mild revulsion
Jockeying for possession
Grimbeau 