Midday
Starving. Neck
aches bad despite analgesics, just Poll this morning.
Did crap.
In a heavy head. Read a chunk
of nodule, looked things up.
Caecuban triumph plonk!
Salian piss up.
Forked tongued
double Dutch caps Cleo’s aspic act. Horace Norris changes trains of thought.
After eggs and passing clouds drowsy.
Whooo o o sH!
s-Sou’ wester bell owS
quiNnquireme galley
Oil laMps dervish wildly
funk embracEs golden hunks
Red jelly oOzes…
soupspill orates Orestes
Splo Ooos h a H aha!
Scalding hot boIling pot
Fair stood fair Viol aH
Hispaniola…meanwhile
Sinister unidexters tweak
gO-oglies & chinAmensch
spin delirious yarnsees
…
A Bernie* for Buck House
Queenie gets to stay
& as for the rest—
Make ‘em an offer
dat day cant refuse*
beware geeks leering gits
…
*One million pounds sterling (Bernie Eccleston size bung*)
*Sweeteners, inducements, gift-horses
*Trash
Clear blue skies fuse hues
Crimson fuchsia radiates
lime yellow forsythia
scintillates sun gilded shrubs
wet mercurial paths comfort
shrinking troubled puddles
summer’s best laid plans
love apples cast asunder
fast forgiven learned blunder
as chance would have it
thick tar cable does
the job of a horizon, shut your
left eye everso tight
and you
can frame
it all in just one go
clean
elongated myopic oblong
careful to include twigs
close attention to detail-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile faith in the lawn
of unforeseen consequences
mildew gilded boughs,
enlightenment infant sun,
bronzed and crystal clear.
The winter berries perished
in the spring storms,
rats got eaten up
by cold-hearted old stock doves,
or washed down weedy culverts
flapping about yelling in vain
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the unknowable
Let’s talk about Rex,
Maybe
let’s talk about Zoo
& Tree
let’s talk about Soul
Zimbabwe
Dali Cointreau Jacques Tati
let’s talk about Rex
Only here for
the stark typeface of
the meagre Eiger protocol
Everything I write
trims dirge & malady
Soft shores ruffle shuffle deck
Fat archipelagos
Bulging condos banish light
Patchouli Shadows gag me
Sandal wood like Natalie
Bobbing serene as incense
Under golden gate
Nascent strange forboding
Corner of an eye
Bumptious flaxen hair
Sad airwaves collide midstream
Stringless kites describing circles
Early to bed after liver
& bacon extravaganza
Twenty four hour surveillance
Dawn brings no great surprises
Just more baleful cornucopia
Widdershins becomes today‘s
Buzzword by default
Money does not grow on trees
Comes as a shock to hedgehogs
Fifteen minutes thrum
sat broody top blue duvet,
hatching awesome eggs…
inscrutable hors d’oeuvre.
Get the lift down primed to go.
Wash away the evidence.
A gulf of crusted vanished years
These are the days of our lives!
Doss days of monocle & blunder:
Time for a kick in the balls?
Forty seven head boys all in a row;
And ‘If’ one green headboy should accidentally fall?
Forty six won Nations banging on the floor:
A Barber’s floor!
Adagio for Skins; the Book of Common
Dare; St. James Infirmary Druze;
Quinn crying: ‘Muldoon of Finisterre…Davy Jones’
Beta Mocha, (mush lamented skipper
Of The Good Ship Lollipop) Tossed at
Seas like a top; then, plop there goes another
Blubber
Free
Ant.’
Rollin old river
yesterday’s hiatuses
ground down I tell you
elastic band sky blue—
just Irises used to shew
lick gooseflesh slow
cauterized & madeover…
deedle-idle-oh
washed up walk on parts
in cool slate Asturias
ink is thicker than blood
so farewell then George Melly
father of the man on Telly
which you sometimes were
talking about art on artshows
nuts and feet too big for boots
like your on stage persona
is this any way to speak
of the still warm dead?
Grimbeau 