Joey Hollywood
Sounding exasperated
Perpetrated
A modest violent act
On a passer-by
Ashes!
England…
Hezwunde
Ashes!
Jasmin trees tend
To droop plantive flops
In these the dog days
Ashes!
Ashes!
England have just won
The Ashes!
Issugh jurnee inn
Two A toothy ungnome
Jellow nomadick
Fine dingduh pursa fleedum
Inner bling-ding ovum I
Corned beef, mustard,
Bland discovered love apples,
skinned sliced twee slithered
cucumber, crass herb
& garlic olives (fat, hard, green),
two toasted abandoned stale crusts
of pumpkin seed bread,
a bottle of cheap white –
I am what I eat
Try out the new
shampoo in the afternoon
power shower splash
scrub-rub-a-dub-dub…
fresh
constellation
*
Yes, that’s the ticket!
Prod in a new direction.
Left to rot, I sullenly
Obeyed the ritual
protest period.
*
That’s the rut,
The Rub.
The rut I rot in
bright sunny shiny garden.
I am not warty
Just a bit whiffy.
If you can not
Sea me scooting
Making funk
Example
This
…put on a perfect hat
Blow it up
Real good
Shsshh…
Slide trombome
I ain’t got no right
To sing the blues
I’m not black
Or in no way proud
No Bessie Smith
Or Robeson
Still I got them
Coz of two flaps
A brain and blood
Various writhing sinew
Not to mention
Emotions
Saul went blue in the face repeating:
‘Stick it right, and I mean right
Up your sad fucking ass’
These words saddened me
As I considered
The horror of vegetables
Grimbeau 