Not bad for an orange achy drone!
This is the paperwork jerk
Lick flick wicker
lithesome stick
Drella’s bubblebath
A Nightwatchman crawls on
Berkeley Square
In the Snow
These dreams of Yew
Kaleidoscopic hysterics
Quinine mauve sinew
Mandrake incantations
Mad but true
Dumped sizzling pariah
Madcap laughing Tourette’s
Send chocolate bribes
Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
On my way here,
Demi-lucid
Supine in
a white
wheelie
bin,
guess what?
What?
got some treasure
fallen it was
like a woman
loose, heavy,
easy display:
golden showers!
Reef
obtuse lanquid splashes
lit dense wet grass,
teasing out
emerald,
silver crystal
ephemeral sprites:
like
trinkets, but too
quick, robust,
capricious to pocket,
to show off
after
to softer, bolder presences…
Noon’s Guys gathered round,
casting shorter shadows,
Origin – a higher calling:
sotto voce potentates,
you know the sort,
plotting spring offensives
left me none the wiser
in fact
Sort of stiff,
jabs in brachia,
pains more swamped than killed.
Still a worry thought
cause for concern
thence diversion.
Two, no three, doughnuts.
Whoosh! Guess what?
It had gone.
ethereal sight
companionable silence
day gives thanks to night
Daft hens are porous
Obsolete commodities
Unlike washing lines
Official Announcement
Rattus rattus innocent
Black death rap lifted
Gerbils indicted post mortem
Vermin in Ermin to rule
smart hens pooh souffles
durable technology
virtuous circle
Spuds on, oven off.
Daily Gerontius with Olive Spadeface.
Leaves are hard to draw when you’re crap.
Two bags of Walker’s previously salted & some savoury balls of
Obscure provenance.
It’s a rap trap, Baby – & you been tort.
That’s me in the sauna, losing my spaghetti.
Blob and Mutt.
They of the far-famed gut
Jellyroll Morpeth.
Son of that sod: Maximillian Swell.
Cast of Godsends, back from the groove.
Loosely hanging, cockless in Dawlish
waiting for a brain. Feeling Vera’s
braiding Himmler’s genes. One. One. One.
Scatological
Perfidious ocean notions
Critique pure reason
Grimbeau 