Mildew musk half drownded rat
Soggy woodbine, auld tweed hat
Old Luke and Buffalo Johnny
Bid come all ye attendees
And whisht a while, imbibe
Enniscorthy travellers dreamtime
Side fading coals
In warm, dry bungalows
As wind lashes outside
Recalling a lady in her father’s garden
While sloping home early
in fine foggy dew.
Minister of Musicians,
new war dance teacher,
once knew my father…
Showered, creamed, slithered,
hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…
Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter
little book of shrugs
sanskrit aubergine eggplant
histrionics
took fizz codeine med
brain dead inebriation
small town called chicken
do you like your eggs
sunny easy side up over
boiled poached benedict
Show on road? No…
Isolated blizzard,
hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,
These and sundry vilenesses
prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn
Fulfilling promises of gardening.
A pluperfect spring morning
wasteland of historic neglect
disgrace my spiffing gaze.
The road to oblivion is paved
with claptrap and obliquy.
Nothing comes of nothing
never…