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Hill Jumpers

Emission Wall

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

Airwaves

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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.

Joon

–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. 

Poshlust

Susurrous rumblings
precursors of tumult
Saturday morning berserkers
‘A parcel for you, Suh!’
A Postie declares.
Kashchey the Deathless
Makes merry downstairs
Varnishing rococo baubles
Warm winsome dead soul

Little Omega

No spilt milk

to cry over:

traffic bollard hides

pothole and hedgehog,

Deters flood and folly.

All delay delivery.

Try your best without.

Think Wartime–

make do and mend,

Preserve a stitch in time:

Recall careless talk

cost lives

Wryneck

look out! night just fell
you near on overlooked it
lost in an e-book–lucky
i showed up
the air was sharp
that keen time of year ducky
like it was when we met before
in this deserted trossach where
thought and feeling dance
their cockeyed sabbath

(Isaiah).

Asceneofanewandastonishingnaturethenpresenteditselftomy

view. All the people and nations of the globe, every race of men

fromevery differentclimate, advancingonall sides,seemed toas-
semble in one inclosure, and form in distinct groups an immense
congress.Themotleyappearanceofthisinnumerablecrowd,occa-

sionedbytheirdiversityofdress,offeaturesandofcomplexion,ex-

hibitedamostextraordinaryandmostattractivespectacle.

Mauve tuesday is a rum day,
a bin day, a drab day
a humdrum day
laden down cumbersome
by protocol and melancholia
thus it must
commence with an immodest nosebleed
or a writhing mit of pitted prunes
elsewise
it simply is not worth its salt
nonetheless
wanderers returned from the huzun night
find it irresistible