...divined at last why fingers when flexed twinkle ; grown truly sick of naff reflection; noises off conspire to confound; unbled fucking radiators rage; absent mind drifts to dark arcadia; mourn dancing planets lost to soundbites; melancholy sunflowers snigger; limpid equine eyelids droop; molten magma tears flood fenlands; hairline fissure on the ocean; four squinting barracuda scatter; flying fishwives dissolve in bitchy gossamer; slope caught shoplifting by mantrap anchovy; collective conch shell earholes prick; bleached fine tooth back combed beehive sparkles; electrifying orchid sighting; touchpad static ocean tingle; giggle nervily giddy hooded; end of media for a twelvemonth day; never one to follow fashion; mores to boot and save a fortune; purchase rawl plugs unclear of conscience; epistles replace cheapshot missives; dreamy brave new worlds collapse; announce a sure solution to eye pollution; exhort perpetual indulgences of the ear; waxing lyrical brooks no doubt; blessed peace and quiet deafens; profaned by preposterous firesale plugs; fingerful of fofmaldehyde secrets; no go dip your wick in that; be careful with that wax eugenie; dunno where its been; a butterfly picks its nose in siam--and wham; sorry bob never was your uncle...
Grey squirrel dodged blood lusty arbogasts
While offroading it to Laramie.
On the Eventless horizon out of Myrrh.
Quick delivery absolution as a castaway
Pistachio oaks
Too soon forsworn enticements:
Eggs, beans and willow; candyfloss
Ferrets, and ravioli
‘Such, such, such
We’re the joys abundant
exchanged for this gruelling trowel’
Morose subalterns moped,
chuckling elders pregrinated,
all encircled by an Island of Appletrees—-
‘The compound is ablaze. You must run. Make haste. Get out.’
A lake of fire
Spontaneous corrupted
Jesu! One hell of a pickle.’
Beneath pistachio mallow thrives
Lauto accords sympatico aulos

The fault lies on the outside,
so confessed Aaron
the BT flight controller,
pledging a hearty lineman
first thing tomorrow.
Gangs of New York patrol the afternoon.
Julian arrives with new gadget: the man who came in from the war was Moldovan.
Aaron was a practising moron.
Sell by date sarnies announced as food.
No morph and three fizzers.
Bereft of yarns.
No call to quack.
Jubilee!
French polish windows thrum,
Pathetique ripples tickle
sweetening even air,
far off a yelp, a rustle of
rushing crinoline,
a dalliance commences,
to conclude by glow worm light come dusk,
entangled in briar on damp mosses
under elephant sized zucchini.
~
Alternatively, welsh rarebit
on toasted brioche
with chives and wildebeest,
served with lashings of green tea and
Pontefract binlids, while
galoshing through seas of watercress
and camphorated hankies.
–Oooooooo
Good da yas pfooks and unto all a’spondee spill a olive dunny start, cast toothy thee mund uber matter, malaplop diffuses tortion! Wee won proclaimed Smiles trumply brandyshining his haughty handsaw shimmer!
Smirch all conniving Mudsharks— puer maulis mangle modal middy ear ordure— tree crust oceans pollen sift, grasspolipped by fung fear not, interpoltroon maltrusions needsmust oversmarm; grace hand flavour tickles spuriels, gurt guff bangs gong and numinous ballshouts trest as same.
All perforce art preformed under gull griy skidoonerama.
Yassums, tis Fastitime.
Bon-bonny Joon.
Kween’s Chubb & knees up bounds off spacious antic. Gorbles err. Louse peers and tobbuccogrists trowl furtive in the fallow hill; some moon, underwhizzed yet moistly compliars, say it:
‘Dolly goog knock, door favor, Meer Lady.’
Gnug awe dat…whirrwadi wodwo be pizzled, and sundry scree grunks larfed on lurking opulently ajar.
After rains wept buckets black again behind me sat depolarising dis n dat ten miffed capricious alley gnats… ywn: ice
bleary, so too bad.
Dunkel. Eiderdowned. Bis morrow!
Whyless murmuration, tunnytoes, starch gruffled, shoefell a silent sniffle, silver fishermen, rod danglers set out trawl.
Doze in beryl satiny— deepbreathsandwheezes: bleepsoft.
Adorned by
cyber
voices motley
upon the streaming air
exhaled by Ogma Sun face
plain as a brass pike staff in yer face
see the boss aint got no dainty threads on
bare arsed as a new born twerp shouting orders
to court assasins in boreal greek and latticed latin
burbling on in unknown tongues lip dancing codeine potions
compelling inebriate states to poach small town chickenshacks

sun after rain
steam shrouds leaf
stone wood dries
rot haze fades
fingers pause linger
tears fall smiling
continuum must