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March 4, 2019

Pink Chimneys Smoke

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rave on Thom Gunn
serpentine dawn in fifty six
winkle pickled drainpipe ghost
rave on golden fish

we declined Missus Minniver’s mince pies
& Walter Pidgeon’s piperack flannel
taking off for California
booked an early evening flight

got a document returned

much revised in red
filed it under
red under bed
pillow under head
went back to bed
up at four before

sinful sorcerer sultan swings
rhymes well syncs well
in the Wake of Poseidon

little bell rings
rotten john lydon

brand new angel gets her wings…

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February 20, 2019

Whirling Pits

1001

 

In my neck of the woods
pernicious shits strike thrice in the                                                                                                         starless artificial night: sleepless permagripe,
stale coffee & coughing up phlegm,
apple puff pastry flakes spread                                                                                                            confetti every now and then
Obama rhapsodic real
good down in Dingly Dell

pissed off with phrase ‘feeding frenzy’,
murmurings from hell
as they choose to call it fake
I resort to Russia News
here Tom Hayden forecasts changelings
born of the Memphis Blues
looks like Jimmy Durante
after a vat of Cuban hooch

How about moderate progress
within the bounds of truth
making a real point for
auto de fe to catch on in Paradise
rest up a few days before
Babe Ruth & the hordes of                                                                                                                   babble on smartphones                                                                                                                                        rearrange the furniture

….to their liking

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February 20, 2019

Legumes

 

legume

 

 

gift horses spat out shattered teeth

posh pigeons shunned fresh breadcrumbs

fiddlers on the roof  get pissed

Tish! Clean out of Legumes

don’t believe a word of it

just keep on acting dumb

daffodils came out on strike

one for all and all for one

 

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February 1, 2019

Long Walk to Neasden

Museum after hours

Lit up by jasmine joss stick
Debussy string quartet plays
Turn down thermostat
Open fan widows
Wine dark dawn begets
Clear blue canopy
To talk or not to talk to
Fiends & creditors
snow fell overnight just like Harvey said
the portrait on the wall winks back
the professor’s off his head
they titter behind desk tops
the little boys in class
first time it’s a tragedy
next time abject farce

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January 20, 2019

Q & Eh?

 

 

Fjak4qw

 

Let’s not talk, eh

Let’s not say what

is what

 

That’s better

Now we can hear

Ourselves thinking

About what to

Say next

 

Got it!

let’s make up

Brigid’s Bed

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September 24, 2018

Twilight Pops

 

Marjorie Lawrence 12 June 1939

Gotterdammerung opens!

The end of the world as they know it.

This afternoon my unquenchable thirst

is accompanied by a mind made of puppy fur

There is energy, but it is all over the place,

thin and wayward, dry and soggy, like those ill

-kempt meadows or ruffled lawns. Making meadows is

no laughing matter: neither is the end

of the world, no matter whose

 

 

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September 13, 2018

Hey Wain

chag3

 

On my way here,

Descending,

Supine in

 

a white wheelie bin, guess what?

got some treasure

falling it was, upside down,

hissing down big time,

loose, heavy, easy display:

golden showers!

 

obtuse long lanquid splashes

slit dense wet grass,

teasing emerald, silver crystal

ephemeral sprites:

trinkets, but too

quick, robust,

capricious to pocket,

to show off

after to softer, bolder presences,

 

Noon’s Guys, casting shorter shadows,

Origin – a higher calling,

sotto voce potent phrases

kicking over the pony traces.

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July 14, 2018

It’s Coming Home

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Beer to throw up like
In the air & beer to drink
First half, piss call, second half,
Butt wall, third half crawl slowly
Back underground with the turnips
Sobbing sullen soft cell walls we hiss
dripping sober sticky sweat to lick…

door-gell tolls the knell of passing beast
spyrings crop circles short
some verve agents slip away in junky night
thicko suspect plots and trails of vapour cloud
reveal encrypted tissues scrunched up in balls
streaming skies twinkle like aluminium foil:
Watch Window as it falls to earth

—Such thoughts for one so young, Ickle Star, she tuckles and hurrums, baritine chesty undertones of beargrowl
—Gigglchips! Giggle ships chuckled laughing at dada gurgling waterspouse

~

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July 9, 2018

Turdrum

hector with thistles

 

Just you and me then
Two faces pressed on flax
Punchy—
Can’t see straight
contorted by parallax
panoptical contusions
other big words like turd

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July 5, 2018

Smoke on Our Walter

muffintime

Be bedazzled bot by the clumbrous pongs
rising unmoonlily from the jimcrack froth—
plumscrumptious filo pockets crumple sofa titbits
— enter stooge stage left bearing firewood & chippolatas
grinning from leer to leer (flashing black gnashers) —
ickle rood riding herd after three hard daze at the orifice,
slathering sweatshop slavver, rectal bleeds (occupational hazards)
meet someone’s needs— redundant runcible spoons for example—
f-f-fictive day doodles crayonise blank sable screens
(Yawn long to fill the gap- gap)
Removal men in socks pad about warily in fear of chicken neck complaints (knights of the goiter no doubt)· some things best left- defiant marjoram will not be sorely missed – pastures new neatly tonsured bridlepaths and rat runs.
Begins a torrent from a shifty rampage? Methinks prefer not to think not just in case.
Monsoon babies know the score do-dah do-dah
Monsoon racetrack eight miles high oh-do-da-day
Dawn on the fourth of July, opaque or what!
What! No Quips?

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