
Doolali Dickinson(FM)
Abode: seaShell inner Ball
called ‘Ned’ (Down to Earth Ball)
hahaha – a hook
Former reQuistioned luv
Of(t) Ts Eliot (ole zoo eyes)
Erstwhile ph(f)ilofax
karma c(antiC)urator
Kew Satanical Chimpdens
Clueless (eyElash) impala
Vlad to be fey (sunaway)
Sunshine superlube(p/t)
Occ: Craic Marketry
First (&last) Off(lic)ense
No reAm or rhyad
MonsAnto rAnta
BHS Santa
(g)Luvvy lovE poe(ms) –
theMe tune(of) the week?
Who (pops-up) emerges
~
(f)lukewarm (i)gloop
Primordi(N)al
pea-GreensoUp(err):
~
Charlotta Bront’o
(chorus) Dour masQue
Slim€y deEp seD diveRs
~
wEll(over) wr-ought
Ex-cali(ban)bur,
Half-a-dozen
~
dewy fluey ewes,
siNister (ad) miNistEr
(left peg rigid) lame seer,
~
infant(icy idol) tooth slayer,
sabre dancer t y g ers,
scRunch up wild
butter cu(p)orchids…
~
wEE
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Take what you want
of the shrapnel
in the red caddy
get a pint of milk
I love you…
Breathe what you will
Of the saffron
In the green garden
Tear a gown of silk
I love you…
Touch warm yellow
Kites damp taut drogues
Fly me to the moon
Is there any change?
I love you…
Pan
touM
Orange Blossom Oolong (Photo credit: vociferous.)
Faraway from oneself is asylum
Warm peninsula across the soft bay
Muscular air inhales orange blossom
Bare feet sorb enriching clay
Warm peninsula across the soft bay
Capricious zephyrs kiss mad bumptious hair
Bare feet sorb blood enriching clay
Chasing the light in yielding swift spangles
Capricious zephyrs kiss mad bumptious hair
Coursing the molten corrack nursing shore
Chasing the light in yielding swift spangles
Making mockery of eternity
Coursing the molten corrack nursing shore
Faraway from ourselves is asylum
Making mockery of eternity
Muscular air inhales orange blossom
eye low
browser(f)
:
eye high
brow
siR…
Nose down.
The Saint woke
nose down in a wood:
in a
a vast, dank wood.
Beeches & brambles.
He got up,
raised a knowing eyebrow,
and licked mulch from his
granite chiselled chin.
Petrichor,
he concluded wryly
Enough is enough
Sad facts are to be faced up
Like stained cracked mirrors
as when sun subsides
or when
all days are none
‘Weatherwise it’s
Dustpan ugly day…’
*
Found enlightenment
in sunshine running
a soap oratario
a sudden inlook
at the parts I play
in the loneliness yarn.
*
From Buddha to Alhasfa
Dillinger to Jesus
Costume changes.
And So do yours.
How fucking mad is it to
think that we are all
characters at play!
*
Shoot! That went quick
One moment conversation
Then it’s Old Beijing
Full of shit and twigs
Two thousand and eight
Was a good year for Birdnests