Each cherished savoury thought
generates breathless excitement
waiting in orderly queue
having ordered ghost fish
envisioned perched atop
plentiful fulsome ghost chips
complimentary mushy peas
salt & vinegar lashings
down the Deep Sea takeaway
every Tuesday night
See shadow walking
slow bent stiff as if stilted
heads to the shed
in late low morning sun
casts long crooked
shadow of bailiff
odd looking fellow wearing
silly wooly safety hat
Live in spite of spite
Ways of seeing ways of being
Standing on your head
Head on backwards to the front
Pictures at an Inhibition
Defoliated cities bid good
Riddance misanthrope
Wolfing down cadavers
Post nouveau cuisine
Based on an original
Recipe for disaster
Zillions like on Arsebook
Good monks carry machetes
Concealed in nasty habits
Listen to something
misunderstood multiverse
cast off thousands gasp
barefoot strollers on hazy esplanades
in biblical proportions
perusing the claustrophobe
mining for water
squeezing rubbery shale
moulding candescence
from watery grapes
to hurl up real high
just to observe them
exploding stand way
down under agape
foretaste cascading nectar
you are the only
one in the room who knows what
always ends in tears
…it has been said
anxiety & stress
do not rhyme
with oranges
nothing really does
as a matter of fact
stress & anxiety
however rhyme
with dress & propriety
& quite a few other things
actually.
Yes, that is really boring.
More sucks, Vicar?
Yes
-Anchor the Spectacle, Mister Hands!
We’re going ashore.
It was too soon.
Hands blushes coyly
Shakin chestnut manacles
Eyes understood fully
Hands encounters disdainful
inscrutable latitudes
Eyes ignoring the growing swarm,
a manic fauve flotilla spewing
onlookers doing selfies.
You just crossed the pacific
in an enamel bathtub.
The age of true sailing is
undead
You are feeling tired
after that,
about an hour
or so was it?
Lost all sense of time
Only for a while
mind you
Only for a while…
~
Some snow,
an afterthought,
soon passes:
a dusting,
a sprinkling
barely even that.
You think one up this time
if your fancy takes you
Give me a home where
considerably more that this
is worth insuring:
a home fit for genuine
black forest gateaux
made from real black forest trees
and Gemutlichkeit
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!
Hare today:
Fawn tomorrow
Crowbar wire curtains
Open for dizziness
Sanguine pension on the hill
Sunburst finish pagoda
Small geology
Grimbeau 