Walt sat on the armchair like a mole
on an
abscess contemplating how much space one can
waste in a single average lifetime:
forty-three hectares, approximately, he concluded,
lobbing his third tin of
Foster’s on the parched hearth…
Easter Sunday:
bright blue,
Lapislazulish,
cold.
Crusty as a dead cat
I crawl and prowl
the Vatican
awaiting a peep at
The Frank One.
Lovely weather for it too:
Rising from the dead
after a day off.
Scoff all eggs
Hitting four afternoon
Pretty busy buzz-buzz today:
lie-in (phew!);
hunting fivers out in Windia;
big scribbles with pretty coloured pencils;
youza-youza denklings;
a spree of Django strums and flutterings.
Life imitates art imitates
art imitates life imitates
life imitates art
imitates
life
imitates
Only the Pramchair child remembered
Lord Darren and Grunge ended their hundred year snooze
While the gobsmacked onlookers were mute
The duo dynamic swept through the queues
Wildly pillaging designer training shoes
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The looting and the burning and raze the roof
Spreading to the estates and rich avenues
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
The upside world turned away from lying parvenus
The bounty of a lost and cynical ruse
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The mob ran off home and hid all the goodies
Ate supper quick and caught the evening news
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
See, I forget my drift!
I have lost me moorhens.
Scattered mummeries
of the dreams we left behind
in the service station
on a beige plastic table
stuck on a wet floor
A low and rhythmic
mopper
mops
somnambulances.
I see myself in a documentary,
a lone rider resting before the next crusade.
Infidel Castro,
beard and cigar,
flying down to Rio for the show:
No chance of light,
tonight
Knight.
Hilda Hogg bit the bullet and set herself to flog her figurine of ole King Zog bequeathed by her fabled auntie Dora who held a candle for the old despot. Times was hard, there was a duck at the door with a hat on, Bailiff Bernard dunning a bill.
‘Adieu, old chum’ she whispered through a final lucky lick on the pate of the china chappie in her trembling hands. If she had really had a candle she would have lit it and muttered a homily to tractor production in Albania.
Plod-plod-plod-plod: A quadroplod, called Roddy, Rodders, Rodney
A nod’s as good as a wink to those who cannot see me
I am the king, horse king,
Looking about see the world sideways tyranny
Of my very large nose. Equine whinny
Giddy up halt walk on. Plop chomp clip clop
On harder surfaces. Clunkety-clank pop
So, mind is unravelled, wild vermacello reasoning, synapses fizz, associations of associations. Angsty: funny to the left of, not quite centre, achy uncomfyvibe. Jolt of jilted jollyfellow. Banjo, ukelele, zither, mandolin slicers: Whoa- hihosilva. Away. Halt.
Restless & feckless; turnoverturn; hide yerears and snuggling sure, ssh, sure…
Recklessly & festlessly fetchingly and carryingly penly, paper, cup, and ashtray from chair to bed and back again, never sorted satisfactorily speaking. Saturdynite; Worzbirtheven; head sort ails; factor fix ion; lean back, more meat Ona! Quark and Lard, larkquard. Gilly-Mot: Milly-Got: Golly-Mit: Molly-Git Milly gotta gwilmon. Toot Aussea, toot? Molly git migly log gimly glimmily.
Can’t see the cross in the mindsigh!
Flora & fauna!
Spring, springful Spring!
Colours, poor favour; sunbusting, teeming, running, jumping, coursing spring. Lively up yourselves. Don’t be nod rag. Salalsocalls for soundsand noises: bell, ringtone, beep-beep, pause, beep- beep…gedditto. Puce and greymauve plinthlight cabled. Left lug picks up microwavesounds. Raviolin. Ra-rah-rah-ra…penumbral whatsitsname: hyperbolaparabolatombolaspinbola…the thing lampshades do. Raviolout. Tinkle-tap-softchomp. Bolasalad with; goods tart, goodstart. Goosed Heart, goose dart!
Pipes! They are those are the things that drains are made on: Pipes. Pipistrel just before dawn: blip eesgone:
‘Phew! Hunny I’m home: closecall with big orange thing. Coulda shrunk one up.’
‘Peep!’
‘Ist’
‘rell’
‘Pip’
‘is’
‘trell’
‘Pee’
‘Pisstrail’
Time to get feet up and head down hanging on upwardly: falling sideways dreams. Eastwestnorthsouthwestnortheastwards. Subtle snores. Peepistrell: Phipplepip.
Lurch Stop Halt. Wassup?
Faraway from oneself is asylum
Warm peninsula across the soft bay
Muscular air inhales orange blossom
Bare feet sorb enriching clay
Warm peninsula across the soft bay
Capricious zephyrs kiss mad bumptious hair
Bare feet sorb blood enriching clay
Chasing the light in yielding swift spangles
Capricious zephyrs kiss mad bumptious hair
Coursing the molten corrack nursing shore
Chasing the light in yielding swift spangles
Making mockery of eternity
Coursing the molten corrack nursing shore
Faraway from ourselves is asylum
Making mockery of eternity
Muscular air inhales orange blossom
Grimbeau 