life beyond sad beyond life beyond…the society of the receptacle! One’s mind shudders at the fatuousness of this! Didn’t they realise that Andy Williams was very ill and Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard are dead! Newsdesk: Andy is dead,man! Can’t get used to losing you (symbol of musical note)…Mooooonrivver and Meeee!
I love this post it is an integrated gestalt, almost a leitmotif: whoever you are, anyone who can do this is okay by me. Enjoy your breakfast as you watch the milkman vaporise. The iceman does not call here anymore…thanks! More please.
Sesame Street
A
Boring blinkered motorist –
Crashing bore!
Drivels on about
Egregious ectoplasmic
Fantasies of forever fading
Ghosts and diseased
Harlots & sirens screaming
Insults at curb crawlers: merely
Jockeying for
Kicks.
Lamentable Sugar Loaf
Mountain climbers pepper the
North face of the Eiger,
Oddly dangling &
Posthumously posturing with
Queerly doomed eyes,
Redolent of summer seaside
Snapshots of Blackpool. Tastefully
Titillating playmates from dank
Ugly cotton mills and the
Vacuous halls of toff’s houses.
Residence was slavishly taken there;
Stolen scraps & slurps for skivvies: wages
Too meager for a human soul to
Undergo without vivacious
Vindictiveness: so, transport drove Lillie and
Wastrel, the footman, to play
Xylophonic heavy petting games at
Yeovil railway station after the ‘Prisoner of
Zenda’ was over.
Olympickled brand land lies oozing
gold from every orifice except mine.
Yours too?
Grab bronze & silver, and what you can.
My arse and sides contort in Hysteria.
Yours too?
Once a bolemic called Shirley,
Who dwelt in a semi near Purley,
Crept down late at night,
Without the hall light,
And tripped on a large curly-wurly
My old man’s a dustbin,
He wears a dustbin lid:
His sister’s name is Binbag,
And his brother’s name is Sid.
And so,
continue along this rutted path,
overgrown with tangled undergrowth,
wort & porphyry knots
rocket and the sea grass
entwines red berries
and battered hollow inclined stick
on this blighted Savannah of tatty leaves,
and leave them meshed & mashed
by decay and dew.
There is nothing:
somewhere.
The dishwasher churns
I stretches
And gurns
As a string quartet
Explodes.
Moonday starkens
A passer by
Passer was
Exhilarated
By sex
Grimbeau 