Whaling
Flensed moonstruck vivid
Carcass oozing midnight oil
A scream breaks within
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Flensed moonstruck vivid
Carcass oozing midnight oil
A scream breaks within
She came
She saw
She lingered
Electric off for new
pole & cable till two pm,
so no internet,
phone, heat, cooker…sun out
though, or at least
simple Silence!
*
Make coffee eitherway.
The Burial at Thebes on
the cd-player…
Half-eleven
…still no poles, thus no cables, thus no grub.
Ate crisps,
slurped cold coffee,
listened to Heaney, trapped.
*
About tooth-hurty
Power restored thanks to
Kerry & Belgrade
civilisation’s end
is rewired
Most every dusk
I am obliged
To check
the lobster pots
fourteen crooked
steps
(there are rusted
Wobbly rails)
Most nights zilch
However
Sometimes
In the lapping
Crouched desperate
Grey as granite
In favoured splash
One is caught,
Trapped
In time by tide
cows bell on
in vain
we wait in
vain… …
Alpenhorn
*
door thuds
drum
dull…
a trick
resounds on
Matterhorn
three sang along
in the rain again,
smirked chortling
dutifully wept
sentimental soapy
tears mourning
for some life
ill wind crusty gusts
dry blown punchy,
rain splashed,
citron yellow
forsythia endures,
rose hip plumage crests
nascent runner beans
catch a wind whispers
coy callous menace
*
my stomach flutters,
argent tensions bristle,
angst swallows thrill,
thus I turn granite,
search for quarry
*
some plumbing rattles,
a rat up a pipe,
a hoopoe head banging
a tin tray…
prospects of shower shrinking,
postponement permitted
till pre-luncheon…
Conrad!
Incomprehensible
Till he learnt
five
still alive
jive
situationism
suggests the notion
of doing things like jumping
back in the third floor window
of my ground floor bungalow:
reinfenestration
Grimbeau 