Out of the long grass came the snake:
An
Anaconda.
Microchipped
By Bear Grills.
That’s why here –
Orinoko Crescent, Swindon…
GPS!
Last week:
The Piranhas
…
Somedays it rains wonder.
Not this one…
Gaslessness: a bad start.
Sleeplessness: played its part.
Fecklessness: sad old fart.
Is there money still for tea?
There we are.
Banged one out, as they say;
never mind who. They do.
Whomsoever this they is.
I do not know…
She fibbed.
And she knew that I knew too.
If you want to find out, like I do, call her at:
Pennsylvania 65000.
I can’t get through.
The reception is dreadful
in this carriage.
Perhaps I’ll try the caboose
after luncheon.
Growing colder fast,
sat wrapped up under
duvet,
sporting historic giant purple Woolly.
‘Long Arm’s, hasn’t he?’ said the mother knowingly.
‘Yes, very’ replied the daughter: curtly.
Cutely.
The arms on the blue one are very odd
The measurements were given over the
Telephone:
In real time.
I shot an arrow in the air
it quelled a Shriek
On
Finistere
That sweet Blossom, Tearsday,
loved all things
Petunia,
Luxuriating
there whenever Chance permitted.
Chance was a creature of habit,
smiled on Tearsday three times
on Thursday mornings
between Shipping Forecasts.
Gerald the Burn-Out
dwelt in anti-cyclones,
and traipsed in murk and squall.
A most unlikely couple: Which they weren’t.
So right on
Bump and grind.
Sweat & simper.
Pass the crimper,
Adrienne, got a right one ear.
Scissor schwesters steeling snippers.
Castration: a Tomean’s rite to shoes.
Sweetbreads and old heads tail the culprit,
The lactiferous Mrs Vase. Yes, shedunnit.
With the wimple in the temple,
aided and abetted by Drudge, the Sphincter.
A distincter demon was there not.
This side of Hieronymus Dosh
mould
a
boulder
on
a
shoulder
Brinicle Times,
cynical, clinical
inimical times.
Winter fingers the bed
killing mites
most nights.
What am I for?
To breed
some more…
He’s still there waving & grinning
and wish as hard as I can it remains
Shorty – the ghoulish clown:
giant daisy in a crimson bowler,
mouth like a lewd, purple inner tube.
Striped, hoola-hoop held pantaloons
hanging off Moorish orange braces
glowing lime green socks
in burnt brown boots.
Prologue
Red Herring shoal. McGuffins abound. Agatha’s back. Faceful of Smack. Drowned. In the sound. Underground…
1
Pulled blinds pulled subtitle series
murder english mustard.
French will do.
Split pea, lentil soup: very nice, very nice. potful in your own time.
As evening wars on.
More demands.
Unconditional surrender not enough.
Stuck on shortie. Whimsical worries. Dalkey Park/Ride. Derivatively yours.
Not there so where? Fret work…hides something else, a secret wish, an unfulfilled desire to…
Flop.
2.
Half-five already
my life in the bush of goats where daisies
dongle in the dingle stirry, nervy, limp-lame, leopard.
Wednesdaze. Born too young, slept in late.
Dazybones dozing in the dun.
Docherty-grey blue moon of
Nantucket Sleigh Ride
Grimbeau 