I am ensconced in
Unsteady heady paperwork,
stumbling to a bitter
conclusion of hostilities-
mutual annihilation
looks like a gruesome compromise
between the better aspect
and the best outcome
Culpability, imbalance, the dreaded lurgy stalks the porchway, the hamster hutch, the arboretum, and blunt spikes inbetween; night violates day with bags of murk and lovage
Indubitably, it calls itself Monday, brimful with sullen, clumsy passion worthy of a bread poultice infused with watery French mustard, limp alfalfa and toadstool
Tedium is just a damp blanket on a burnt out chip pan, a brisk riddling with formaldehyde never fails to yield staggering exultation at such junctures
Zoroaster caught herpes off a loathsome vet this day in nine sixty seven, the news when leaked by the skivvies, met with scant compassion
Axolotl harvest late due to line maintenance in the eucalyptus groves of transcendent Hobart-on-Sea
The best things in life are prohibitively expensive due to a series of botched algorithms, a perfect storm, and the bells of St Clement Danes
Dog shits all over
brown house by invitation
mad resident pup
ill wind blows no man no good
head cold proves advantageous
Flat
that is to say
unbevelled vinyl surfaces,
colours range from black to white.
How did it get here?
Suspended in thin air
hanging motionless
yet still
seeming to wobble oddly
Balloon!
Expansiveness: opens can
Campbell’s Condensed minaret,
relaxes the nape,
ugly fruit peels off
serrated lid and…
expansiveness
Don green marigolds
Wash and trim the fat
Fetch blue bucket to town well.
Meet yellow bucket bearer
On the way back for
first time in ages…
Tell me, what is she
up to these awesome decades?
Sits around by the
window,
writes a lot on a frog, waits,
checks the screeds over
and over again,
looking for acknowledgements,
acknowledgements, acknowledgements…
proof that something happens
somewhere spontaneously sometimes.
The rest of her life is spent
in worry-work, going back
over things again and again and again.
Forgetting, forgetting stuff
does a lot of forgetting.
Nothing much to dismember
was there?
serpentine stragglers tsk-tsk thunderstruck lurid gargoyles gruff impatience mumbles off chiffon teardrops splash car wheels spin on pink gravel helicopter down blasts compressing bouffant hairdos circus leaving town
Myrtle ides bizzy-lizzy
Effervescent blue jacuzzi
Testicles frizzle-razzle-dazzle
Bach, Sax, and Baxi does a sizzle
rizzle
Sparkling white rhino
Licking up Parafino
What’s it to be then?
So I ssked Martin Heidegger
Pulling out a bottle-stopper
Let us call it Dippelschisser
ides bizzy-lizzy-gizzy
effervescent blue jacuzzi
tenticles improvise
Bach, Sax, and
even Baxi does a sizzle
rizzle-razzle-mastadon
wanking on the white house
Lawn
Sparkling white rhino
Licking up Parafino
What’s it to be then?
So I ssked Martin Heidegger
Pulling out a bottle-stopper
Let’s make it a Dippelschisser
Truth is often stanger breeds
Fiction; orthodox
Seeks counter-vision
Old grey Alf Bee, 88, parks his quill,
bitter and twisted by turns, lemon juice springs to mind.
And the sound of heavy rain on monochrome Chryslers
Put down what you hear, he said—now you can take that both ways,
one derogatory the other a secret tape recording.
A bug
Like in The Conversation or Watergate
Paranoia, excess, celluloid,
Angst and bourbon, heavily perfumed nylon sex, sure makes for some conflict.
Just get some clueless dudes, cover them in eau do cologne, souse them with liquor,
and switch on the reel-to-reel.
Pretty old hat when you think about it.
Titles include:
Booze Afraid of Virginia Drunk?, or,
(laconically) A Brew from the Fridge
Thudding raindrops beat
whoozy eccentric tattoos
Broken baritones croak
growling thunder rumbles
loose as unctuous
scrumptious bronchial catarrh—
can lightning do nothing
except flash and strike?
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