Quite a Wok.
Urizen-frozen Fell
the frozen, lurid
mud Grey mod.
What Budgerigar?
Or plumed fallow
grazing dark dimensions
such as these:
saying thussly.
`your dreams shine without you or me
capably…’
taking of notice. I wrote these words when
I realised that, given scant regard,
we are
Diahann:
the weakened
flutterby.
That’s that out of the way for another
year, thank god, anything good on? Repeats.
Surprise, surprise. It’s a wonderful life.
Gone with the wind. The great escape.
Born free two. Follow the yellow brick road
Out of Africa…
£80
The role of finance capital in the
Merchant of Venice
Special
Christmas
Poem:
Excellent!
Scintillating!
Did not hear
the sea
see the sky.
Then I
Saw an exit
called ‘Pleasure Dome’
over soft
boiled eggs.
Walking is
Bipedal
Ought to more.
Cross the floor.
Out the door.
Primeval
Are you in a gourd place, a worth thee situation?
Culmination: Dulcimer Concerto with Verbs
If not, how not? Where are you? How are you? What is to be done?
Let me be & let me live!
In bed, in pain, in doubt, idling,
worrying, resisting, defying, ignoring,
avoiding, suffering, tormenting, confusing…
Sofa so good. Comfy sofa. Groovy duvet.
Womb somewhere. Luvverly.
Somewhere baby.
Rainbow.
Love glow: glove snow
Melt and moult.
Go Hen woman.
Cool and crispen oven…
Go, go, go-go
Pen woman…
Return to Zenda
So far
And no further forward
Somedays
itisnotmeanttobe…
Post! I did one, mummy.
Then get cleaned up and
come down for your breakfast,
I’m in charge, you are being
told to obey, to be good
to not let the side down.
To do your very best
Give one hundred percent
Already you have found out that
blood is thicker than water,
but you don’t know what it means
up
til
four…
Phone
Answer
Chatter
Au revoire.
The day begins with a list, a money saving list, a cautionary list, a list of foreseeable need, a list of great existential consequence.
Oh, hello
Europe
This early
Eye woe cup
Rite
Kiss my fetid arse, he mock Royal Family chortled,
and muttered chagrined at the Shrewsbury Six,
the Famous Five, and the silver sixpence
he always found coz he kept it in his waistcoat pocket.
He won’t get it this year. After all, it’s just
a feastday afternoon in the middle
of deep, dark december- a bit of fun.
So riot and dissemble, be not alone,
think of the others who have mice for family,
dining daintily on nice nibbles while
fellow peasants crave more presents and
pudding. So much to do and so little
time. Time to get it right. Just right. Surely,
that’s life after all is said and done.
A fuss about nothing, just sage & thyme
stuffing around since this time last year,
a plateful of woe, a glass full of tears.
And Uncle Norman’s toast.
Bless him.
‘Glaze your arses and roast myrhh hadyustate!
Cheers, my hearty farties,
don’t’ let it get you down,
tart it up in coriander,
and offer up your crown.’
Grimbeau 