You What!
Just before the immediate
I paused
Had a second thought
Of what it was i
Was getting at
Fancy that
What a twat!
Just before the immediate
I paused
Had a second thought
Of what it was i
Was getting at
Fancy that
What a twat!
Arapaho yelled
Michelangelo get duck
take cover under
One more goldfish prize
Sometimes whilst underwater
A grumbling giant goes:
Tis want of which
You silly witch
Your heart is all a’plenty
Keek I there a’won nowhere
& fiddle all the Gentry
Private versus public grief.
Rolling home
in the dark alone
slagging of my footwear
From a time I can’t remember
I want to slap tory upstarts
Little loudmouths spouting crap
Yapping nagging little brats
They keep coming though
Year by year by
Quite certain
that they own the place
Puggled it is that I
am this soggy greymorn.
Verily Pooped and pinned.
Indeed…
So, therefore this way thusly.
Its lights are on, it makes coffee
Then has a fizzy
for the Muzzies.
It’s Rat city out the back.
Take the poison provided, Chaplets.
~
‘Here’s some poems for
antichrists, Haemaphrodites,
phagocytes, theodolites, up all nights
…where’s my Lite’s?
Beside you
Thanks’
*
You’re the shops,
You’re the feel them see them
They’re the cops
From the Reichmuseum
The moment they’re on bottom
They wanna sop
Whenever they’re on the bottom
You’re the Tops!
Enjoy that joy, Sunny Boy
Try make it last forever
In darkest night or brightest light
No matter when or whether
‘Tis ten thirty in the kitchen
After Midnight in my head
Four thirty in the bathroom
Ought I to go to bed?
just imagine this
finished book before breakfast
blissful state attained
Musical statistics
Keep reading again then
Musical statistics
I read them again
Workin outta rhythm
Voice and a little schism
Relents wont leave you
nor me all alone
~
Sap soft sunny beaches
Follow deep underwater breaths
Wipe off that remembered sweat
and remember the
Fascinating rythmn
Your under some spell
~
fascintiantatin
rytm you know it danr wel
syncopatin swell
somewhere where you
never been fascinating
rythmn you always will in