Angelus tinkles
watery ivory echo
dove limps
l o w
over paddy fields
~
Coolies fuss duck
cussers murmur
mud suck squelch slop pop
coarse
c r o w
l a u gh t e r
~
Whiffy noodle soup
spoon sniff juice
salt’n
saison
p o a c h ed
c o c k-a-l e e k i e
wEE
ee
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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…
Derailed Sunday lunch on
Whacko Acapulco juice
Cinnamon sticks
Glum multitudes
Nosey aunties
Hoe are tings on googanbarra?
Hello! Nice to meet me
You too…over and over again
In short, I’m starving
Wrecked & Lazy…
Then
(as god is my judge)
Derelict Cucumberpatch
Appeared in a silver
Killer suit
How could one not swoon?
Tilly asked with oblique reference:
‘Was Ralph Richardson
As thin as that once?’Drunk
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
dollops (calc palimino, smudged)
(Ulrika! Ulrika! Ulrika!
saddolands
iN
sHadow sans
meadooze
gall(ivan)t
midGe-trEe
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
shut:
eyes open
purple hill heather
opEn eyesshut:
(B & wite)
decidUoUs
verd(yoke)antTrufflers
sWoon lilt poplarsSNiffsss
Hitchcock got it tight
About technique and tricks
A plus sans change
Upon a boulevard
Made luscious blondes
Malstructured orders
Fall into two-take disorder
Two inch planks made order
Cary grant came through of course
Wrestling a baby horse
…Kerrackle
&
POp
Kodak caught the moment
Look! Say Cheese! Ugly
Your embarrassing neck
You now too can see
Appear in future times
Like Dr Who or Theda Bara
All it takes is
A blink of an eye
Like a pinprick second
Then magically
Scientifically
All the world is yours…
Birthdays, funerals, candles
Immortalised forever wrong
Stuck in sticky dust envelopes
Marked: ‘Audrey, what a treasure!
May, nineteen-seventy two.’
That was it, was it?
St
(ill heRe)
aRE
YoU
Errmm…?
(Mercury orbits
Sun tWo times Two)
…duNNo
Grimbeau 