Selling Stones
Skint obscurity!
Sold the toxic family
saliva to a spittoon.
Evil is the root of all bread
Refuse to perish on the vine.
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Skint obscurity!
Sold the toxic family
saliva to a spittoon.
Evil is the root of all bread
Refuse to perish on the vine.
Canoes & kayaks hurry past
buffeted by cataracts
in search of sweet asylum
way beyond a joke
a trope
a paradigm
nature’s cracking up
so it would appear
is everything else
ineluctable
just about covers it all
or would you say not?
Orange speech bubbles
Need regular refreshment
Like imagination
Damn clammy, warm, irksome night,
big mall full of grievances,
trams of packed mania,
never reaching the end
cellars of odium,
vapid sapid entropy,
subterranean halogen
car parks full of winos
choreographic knife gangs,
dun roaming big time
noisy empty tenements,
emblematic anthems to
blank random ignorance
mouthless eyes
unblinking
blank empty gazes
walking back to happiness
numbers grow
numbers fall
walking back to happiness
numbers fall
numbers grow
empty blank gazes
unblinking
eyeless mouths
walking back to happiness
I wanna former tribute
Band to pay tribute to
Derivatives &
Influences since time
Immemorial
Tributes due to bands
Like Living Legends
That did what they said
Down in the Church of Love
You know what I mean?
You know what I mean?
Sure, you know what I Mean
Before my very eyes
A unicorn became a trout
Strange November light
Portentous occurrences
Normal in the Mocking House
Under succulents,
through ripe soft sandstone squashes,
time wasting legumes,
warm dank hideaways,
copious, lush, dreek dark continents,
sluggish snail worlds,
violet leaf mould,
cloying noxious squelchy mulch,
luscious juicy plump larvae,
lush munchable delicacies,
scrummy fat spiders,
plump drugged bugs,
Toad completes his morning round
and
sated on his stool throne,
his vicious tongue primed for purpose,
idly oozing unctuous
obnoxious gunge,
vile putrefaction,
puffing on a dead pope’s pipe,
already rubbed
attends to his correspondence
You know full well you
end up with piles if you force it
imbibe castor oil
wait for it to work
go where the spirit moves you
offload your worry and woe
clean up after you
& flush with success
Grimbeau 