Yummy
he wolfed
down his lunch
sat back
belched
and howled
approval
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he wolfed
down his lunch
sat back
belched
and howled
approval
There’s something better
on the pad, but I can’t be
bothered any more
My aspiration?
To achieve nil interest
For the sake of it
Just gone noon see what’s
what that?
That’s Danny’s doing
He turned up,
got stoned and stared, words clipped
staring snarling cleared;
silver crossed palms
spout cautious agreement;
Good, good! Brown
Crumpled squashed, unabashed
Sound tomatoes procured and paid for;
Sometimes later, writing this
Zen in hand
Foreign Lands…
so immediate
one
Had a dump,
A Byzantine midday documentary
Golf’s showcase drowns…
familiar car doors slam:
‘…another bright idea!’
Too bad to be true:
Fix on object random
memory whiletimes
Cornucopia
Pukes on the mobile
Wild Turkey Shootfest
Bring a bottle and gourd
Drink yourself good health
Tomorrow…
Mistah Kurz, he said:
‘Rum red rivervalley
Tongue blue mountain brooks
Sleek creek on the rise.’
Poor man not well in the head
Feed him quorn and alfalfa
Wait for mushroom puff
Stuff all mouths with brutal nectar
In Shinbone we’re all loopy.
Those who write for profit
& those who right for gain
Never had it in the first place
They’re all the fucking same
Not since it coughed thrice
Cleared sick sinister Niles
Gizzards full of bile
Slimy sotto voce
Logo a la mode – but soft!
It is returned (if only
For a little while…)
Smith makes a double ton:
not since Bradman in’38
achieved by a floppy green.
The game has evolved.
The song remains the same.
I salute you, sir!
Everyone is loved
Does the curlew wish sometimes
Eager for regard?
Prima donna nightingales
decimate the yard
Quietly survive
Polishing awkward
Neat facial features
Buff standard pollock
Sneezes mauve breezes
Fleecing carnations
Quiet creeping tunes
Caraway flowers say
Dry cadavers twitch
why should they snitch?
Grimbeau 