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Category: Postcard

August 7, 2016

Around the Corner (Under your Nose)

Big brown little brown
Hopping on the green:
plumbum
Sunday service ist presumed
Big grey slug tar
pauline
Awesome gabardene blanket
Portentous sou’westerly
Sombre anticipation

spooky anticipation
rain is on they way

What a bloody drag – no HO
TD,
have a bizzy-fizzy,
take the decals off it
Schlocky morrow picture show

All the skies
gone grey
Hear out me no hip-hip
hooray
Everyone’s gone to the church

Apart from us
The damned contra
ry ones
Striking out for vain
In glory
Slouching as
to door

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August 1, 2016

Dub

 

Russet bricks, light fey blue cuck egg skies

Oriflamme sunrise through filthy back window

 

Faucet drips, wight torched grip Stilson prize

washer wither bold teardrops cease back window

 

Cannibalised urchins make best of bad deal

Promiscuous disposal dub scum back window

 

Gorged cheese door step warm ale Pied Pig

Wards and watchers hoist  petards by back window

 

‘We bury them at sea to stop grave hoppers’

Called a spade choice digging ornate back window

 

St. Giles, Drury Lane, Houndsditch, Liberties

Uber links death carts rollick rumble back window

 

Linen footpads pilfer sundry freebies

Despatch covert trunks to hell in handcart past back window

 

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July 27, 2016

One for my Baby and one more for the Toad

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lanclag

‘Wassup, Cecille? Have you got a problem with Nigel’

‘He’s such a slimeball, Don.’

‘He’s a natterjack, honey. That’s just the way it is!’

‘ And he’s so toady’

‘That’s because he is a toad.’

‘ You’re kidding. Toads are sexier.’

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July 27, 2016

Maud in Weeds

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Thigh-deep wading in the river, a band of
Fading lilies in her hair she whistled into
Cool air as the black night rested among
Its retinue in St. Cuthbert’s belfry.
This is not the dawn of last year, nor more
Than it is another night of wonder.
For there, beyond the railway sleeper
Love is rising

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July 26, 2016

Found Myself

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Suddenly alone

Uncluttered

By

Long pig slurry

Just me

And

Pink

Bluebirds

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July 13, 2016

A Fiery Flying Rolle

the-fool

So that’s all that then

What was all the fuss about

Nothing important

Estranged anarchic adepts

Compose new obscenities

For richer and for poorer

Forever and ever mayhem

Count stones at midnight

Click heels crisply come the dawn

Of grave blue Heirusalem

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July 12, 2016

Watereblogged

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Rainy day runaway

wild raspberry soaking wet

sodden eucalyptus

light damp fires

squatting hunkered

grounded primal musk

eyes whitened

scouting dense nature

alert to predator & prey

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July 12, 2016

Dry Auden

McGillicuddy Reeks!
tell him to have a shower
soft or heavy one
it’s all the same to me now
rainy day dream away-o

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A struggling writer: a writer struggling;

a beaten brow: a brow beaten.

Quandaries. Sundries. Tuesdays.

Sunday’s Just like Monday’s is…

let’s call it straight, Joey

(not that old crap again!)

you gave me a one way ticket to Pookaville!

Palokaville…

urghh, don’t interject, I was emoting.

Yea sure you was.

On the waterfront there ain’t no latrine duty.

Cryptic as McGillicuddy,

Manhattan wept, just like Jesus did.

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July 10, 2016

curmudgeon

old-photo-by-trellis

 

Showered & ranted,
Ridicule rip reprimand
overbearing customs
such root treatment twangs
raw defenceless nerves
Made safe my escape

~
Whassup! Asylum seeking?
heard some smokes about,
grub waits in the fridge,
bread is sliced and
ready for toaster,
fresh eggs attend hens largesse

~
Yet what to do today
tugs away at me.
Slippery old customer,
hanging around the deli
without a ticket,
waiting to be asked
what he wants so she
can say, ‘What tastes nice?’

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July 9, 2016

Chatanooga Chu-chu

add your thoughts
HeRe

…
(optical)

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There we are.

Banged one out, as they say;

never mind who. They do.

Whomsoever this they is.

I do not know…

She fibbed.

And she knew that I knew too.

If you want to find out, like I do, call her at:

Pennsylvania 65000.

I can’t get through.

The reception is dreadful

in this carriage.

Perhaps I’ll try the caboose

after luncheon.

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