Go do something useful!
Out is not an option now.
Cook, shower, sweep, decorate.
You are on your own.
Mind your business.
Improve you circulation!
Shake a leg you slag.
Beat your inner slave around.
See what it feels like
getting pushed around by me.
Is this work?
Irregular hours, low pay,
alienation – yea its work…
Unwaged slavery sounds odd.
Who’s the exploiter?
Mr Algorithm
This is getting slow.
There’s your problem…here we go:
off on one again.
Go do something useful!
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
Mulls of Gawd grin slow
butt exceeding snailspace
Grub time encroaches
They call it slowmo Monday
Tuesday’s just salad
Wednesday’s shrivelled lettuce
Thursday’s undressed crab…
‘Moby ducked & Just
wrote the time down in time
when all of a sudden:
“Lo!
thar she blows…”
rang out from above.
Spout hole
fluke splash
sink hole –
portentous omens souls gripped
in awesome jawdrop horrors
of the deep
snide sarcastic seas…’
eight bells alarum
wardrobe beats foaming pints of ale
down the old pub dancing hornpipes
Call me Junkmail,
San Pandemonium,
Tizzmania
former Devil’s Islander
sporting mucho kidney
Savonarola casserole
burnt at the stake before the
rain put out the Bonfire
of Profanities
Just his fucking shitty luck
Wobbly pins today
Whacked out all night wall walker
Putting on sea legs
Walk like an Egyptian
Provides chronic ironic
Cerebral mantra
lends rhymer rhythm
on icy towpaths
searching for lost vape
Vaseline Machine Gun – Lee
Kotke plays some okey-cokey
gets me up whirly giggly
sitting on my vape.
Canned Heat play some Live Music.
Left the door open
better go and shut it.
In heaven nothing ever
happens just like this place
sucking on my vape
a book of hours
made up of poems sent you
on the hour every
hour through night and day
for as long as forever is
your eternal gift
know something about
everything know everything
about something else
Prized frazzled bacon
Eighty per cent carbonized
Off wrecked baking tray
Tabasco sausage pitta pouched
Fractal endive rainforest
Two toddler sized tomatoes
Windfall scallions
Slithered thinly scattered
In your dreams Fatso
Timid house trained shrew
She sat sobbing silently
Crying in the loo
Teardrops splash on hush puppies
Reading bottles of dog shampoo
Praying that your bowels will move
Before you fall asleep
Listening for a hunting dream
What ever happened to
Sweet Baby James?
Grimbeau 