Flying Fishes Play
Aspidistra dashed
Off out immediately
Pressing engagement
Previously flagged up
On the road to Mandalay
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Aspidistra dashed
Off out immediately
Pressing engagement
Previously flagged up
On the road to Mandalay
Pallid wan shrouded
Lucid nacreous calico
Cauled mirrored fetch
Spectral living ghosts emerge
Perusing your back pages
Hard working people
Trying hard to make ends meet
Sleep in uniform
Between one and zero hours
One eye open
One ear cocked
Hanging on the Ganger’s Shout
Edge of desert
loathsome crossroads
break of day:
blue sky
black road
yellow land…
~
shaking hands
with Mendelsohn,
saying thanks
Mendelsohn
for the velvet ride:
three days since
back now
still here.
~
Word came orange train
orange train it never came,
delayed by groaning grain
hoppers
delayed by
open hurt
surgery.
~
Toucans dismayed
shake
sorry worried heads:
crackle yellow beaks
blue rinse
dismal eyes
~
petrol black feathers.
Sheen shines
gleaming after
morning preening:
listening
~
Acute whisper
Jungle or desert canopy.
conscientious toucanese.
Sleeping penguins
dream of krill.
~
pungent lavender
five giant
ruby clay pots
on the windowsill
cast tiny white
shadows.
*
sultry swoon clement
swell warm air
azores succouring
up before arctic
howlers take over the reins
harry on the darkening days
counting down before
The Big Flop
…
from
mighty oak trees
brittle acorns
drip
…
Late on parade today
(Big night at the Senokot)
finds one knelt on
Selfless selfish knees
exposed to the elements
undaunted by a Portland Stone
~
Tautological claptrap some say
There might be something in it
So I thought genuflecting
Before St Wilfred
Another Unknown
Poet
Talk a good story?
Conceptualization, Doug?
You see what I mean?
The eye of the beholder
Hanging from a withered thread?
No! Much More colourful
Got you – Car Chases…?
More like Sunburst Finishes
& total silence.
Nuh?
Can’t quite see it
Unsettled all day
did not stick to anything
just keep seeing
Red Ruby Laudanum
she drives me out of my mind.
Calling anyone that!
~
Yea,
that’s the mood of the moment:
Scatty logical.
That ain’t even a haiku.
Lower than the lowest whim
Sarcasm for beginners.
~
Do I really wannabe straight?
Already made up.
Nowhere to go that
Comes springing to mind.
Shit on the telly!
It falls to someone…
*
Turn and turn and turn
Once more, Encore.
Dizzy Gillespie
Blowing up his own trumpet.
Eternal infernal yap.
Quell them disturbances.
slob dons long john-johns chthonic dressing gown crumbles down below (Harken! The Bells) truffle waffle kerfuffle muffled chronic iconic gin & tonic how ironic!
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