When I take the air and roam
the tombstones and monuments
the iron door clicks ajar –
the cycle is complete.
Only now the air is sound
is it safe to do the rounds.
When I check the last twitch,
the most challenging flitch,
the one at the top
of the heap grips the grill.
A zither plays loud mad brash.
I pull my sword and euthanize him.
Then & only then the loading can commence…
Cobwebs!
Touch it, feel it recoil
Membranous, nerved
Gathered in:
Repulsed
by
Gubbings
Jupiter turned
Up uninvited yesterday
Orrery trouble
Pop up half mill.
Say it again.
Pop up…light sill.
Comprises:
Dried flowers, heads well dead.
-‘allo Vera
-‘allo Grim
…
All I recall before the whirring blur…
Landrover in the hall.
Half banana & Muesli.
Cheesy cauli scoff by Bo.
Nix no more…
…
Spectacle respectable,
hi-silver scudders
heading Wenward.
Fade to mauve diluted grey.
Two crows lope left.
Stilled of a sudden.
A polyp in Port Said
abundant floribunda.
No man cast asunder
Met
The Jazz Singer
On foot:
Original
Talkie
Walkie
Al Jolson Sings Again
Freudian Tourette
offends fellow travellers
with slap of the tongue
a proverb
shared
is a
proverb
halved
All near misses
Bashful kisses
Meet the missus
How’s your father?
Have a lager
Enchilada
Mexicana?
Tijuana
Marijuana?
How’s your karma
Panorama
Rusticana
Croft on Orkney
Me and Daphne
Up a gum tree
Sad conclusion
Dead illusion
Dissolution
When people get asked
how they want
to be governed
they say nothing
or better:
true
democracy
