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Renaissance

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‘Just walks around sweating, does nothing but sweat…and fart. Yeah, sweating and farting, and grunting too. Sweats, farts, and grunts. The man is a disgrace!’ raged Nobby, hopping shrewdly on his good foot.

‘What did he ban you for then?’

‘I called him a fat, lazy, turd.’

‘I see.’

And Henry did see. He had discerned a pattern emerging since Nobby offered to stick a hot poker up his arse in July after a lurgy. Quarterly cycles, circadian rhythms, in-growing toenails, attention seeking behaviour, and six pints of Old Tharg each lunchtime had taken their grotesque toll.

‘ I’m going down the Zephyr from here on in.

Henry was confused.

‘You mean the Zodiac?’

‘Yeah. See you Sunday.’

‘Okay, Boss.’

–

With Flo away and Headcase post-traumatically shocked from a wolfhound goring Henry was all for the quiet life. Summer had been pointless, autumn dormant, and now with winter’s onset…

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May 20, 2016

The Daily Grind

Grimbeau

I rose and chose a coffee

from the selection of available

water based liquids.

With this I had a cigarette,

which I made myself:

harvesting, drying, processing leaf,

pulping paper in a big blue pail,

extracting gas from the bio mass

and flattening it to the required

denir aboard my

miniature steam roller.

An exhaustive process

often interrupted by the need

to release toxic waste

from the tee-pee

On arrival upstairs in my lift

the day was revealed as misty

and the streets sweat wet.

I dropped my lighter on the floor and left it,

vowing to retrieve it later

with my extended manual claw

that hangs from the hospital bed.

A cursory take on the news

clarified the extent of yesterday’s huge explosion in China.

Jim Al Kalili showed me around Sellafield

nuclear reprocessing plant and availed me of a

brief history of nuclear energy.

He looks very…

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May 19, 2016

Splosh!

Some
whERe
…a
dog
slEEps

Grimbeau

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…

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