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August 27, 2017

Hot Club: Tuna

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Merryweather wins come ten—
crescent moon upstairs
swaying eucalytus silhouette —
somehow I forgot my name

so how did we sleep alright?
Simples complex dynamic?
Conquest of F=All
(lost Sherpa Tentpole halfway up)

Pylons Ltd—Auden & Nice Mick
Tragic consequence blizzard Venture—
still kept upper lelf stiff
Wanna let it go ‘Boum!’
but simply can’t-can’t—

Hibernian heatwave: Holy unlikely
precautionary tales, ambivalence, myopia—
cognitive indifference gains whiphand
aged big head up to his unusuals—
he read it in a babbling brook

‘You hum it & I’ll…
play it Django! Ran out of gas boys!
Walked back twenty miles I tell yous!
Le Figerio header say:

…Abandoned silver ghost found dead
doors agape on Cypress Avenue

mystery minstrel flees scene—
Gripelli noses: DJ say one
thought that was his Monet’s worth
Mon Dieu! How we slept…’

 

 

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August 26, 2017

Critique

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What would you do if
You could walk a country mile
In risible shoes ?                                                                                                                                                  freedom alone can                                                                               turn worlds upside down

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August 25, 2017

Do not go Mental & with that: ‘Goodnight!’

 

 

homelessmanTunnelling through rainbow’s end— gaping at St Finnian’s crock of shite—
pursuing nostalgic martyrdom—repulsive depressive disorder—
put me down: never let me go —
oppress me do oppressor
–
o pressure sore god help us —
unfamiliar faces scroll back the years of wine brown noses —
grant me discouragement now & at the hour of discharge—
Amen corner bed of stars —
commodores cry Zoot Alors!
—
feel the pulse of her indoors — fell when pulling on her drawers —
broke her head being a persistent nightmare —
swallow the yellow brick road —
wash it down with chainsaws —
something stirs down dingley dell
—
a sound of tyres screeching — insecticides in paradise —
quintessential now and then —
improves the yield vindictive seed —
the limpid massive grumbleweed —clogs up arteries
of artificial opiums

 

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August 23, 2017

Stranger on a Train

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mostile

I do not fit in with anything today

just passing through with as little fuss,

the bare minimum. Today is not

a day dodging knives and barbs,

rolling under punches,

taking issue large and small,

crucial and otiose

No, today I shall be a rough sketch moving,

a fleshed out notion, a shadow of a familiar

I cannot be bothered to recall.

See, it works – I tried to recall.

It is good to talk when no one’s listening,

just pretending, no revealed or hidden agendas,

no issues to take account of. Hassle free.

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August 17, 2017

Kerosene Canopies

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Bin Dong

Napalm funburst sunset, oilslick bitter tears

Give way to pork smells, rumbaba, cockatoos

Squawk, rustles of last gasp, reeling tigers,

plangent oozing, floating, clades and phylums

make touching, silken, floating islands.

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August 16, 2017

On Jung’s Porch

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everything comes to

those who can be bothered

 to make the effort

crashed out on Jung’s Porch

gazing up at the upside down

welcome mat above the door

so you’ve got to think

upside down to make it out

Your visions will become clear

only when you can look

into your own heart.

Who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

– Carl Jung

No matter when a god will come

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August 13, 2017

Treasonable Doubt

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Amyl

Here comes the sun to have a laugh,

a snigger, a check it out, a gloat at

little lives playing themselves out in safe,

unhappy scripts:

polishing, dusting, painting crypts.

Rolling tiffs, thinking cliffs, wind blowing quiffs,

In skipper’s beards, fucking weird.

And I sit in judgement. How fucking weird is that?

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August 13, 2017

Foibles

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Grey paint is my usual,

matted not glossed,

ruffled and talced

certainly not groomed

by Governess Pecheur.

Her mild odour

Cologne and cat nip

perverts my lust for

kedgeree and fauve cheeses

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July 31, 2017

Spoonless in Sparta

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Where was the spoon?

The Spoon – the fucking spoon!

Water was running,

Loud and constant

running water

You left the fucking tap on!

He could just make out the familiar, nasal tone.

My eyelash is awash with milk suds

Not quite a froth

Clambering from the cereal bowl

Was arduous hard

Like pond weed

And gypsy tart

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July 30, 2017

Fleshpots

Shit-bunny

 

 

Porter slugging as rains beat drown
Drove Old Bell to Horse & Groom
Afternoon swell ales & gasbags
Grace free air conditioned flatulence
Caught up on long lost anti-heroes
Remnants of tandoori knights
collapsing in blue suede abandon—
where’s the point of cleaning up
when it only gets dirty again?
~
Midsummer rain birds waddle
Ritually tantalise boney ghosts—
Ship infested once again
Ratty, puffy curse filled Zen
Stuff their mouths quick silver till
pink gums bleed sprout gold teeth
& Tongues ooze slurry, weak jaws creak,
mouths deny, despise and munch
So cruel now once so wondrous comrades
~
Wishing one daft pond farewell,
Waltzing slow through naked blushes,
sniggers, pissed emboldened hushes
What a little magic cannot do
To geese mislaid & drowsy Frogspawn
Six thought eight count nine bells twice—
disturbance brings division thrice—
strange waters let misrule connive—
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strawberry noses, blotchy skin
mischief makers, caustic gin
floating on a wave of ale
along the ditch & cricket pitch
beyond the sodden common
all downhill around the bend
past St.Mary’s obscure spire
stark granite suburban Dead
congregate for wakes & ale

 

 

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