# Ate Dream
Cheroot smoke
plumes and wisps
Effigy, Eulogy, Ecstasy…
Bingo!
In Thames Ditton
A drowned kitten
In your own backyard.
Smartphone spews
Headjuice on Muesli.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
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April 2, 2017
I: Scream Man…
Child ran out
excited with lolly, hit by car,
did not see, did not look,
hit and run,
ambulance,
call the cops…
…blood on road, rage and blame,
no punters,
don’t push it,
show respect,
after all,
under the circumstances,
no you don’t!
Just keep stumm,
play doggo, wait for cops,
not my day, never is,
seventeen nineties, fourteen nines…
March 28, 2017
Home on Derange
Bay mare breeder, electric ether, head crazed
by on goings, sore to touch, touchily.
Tetchy little englander brought down to size
Colour, gender of choice, within boundless
Law: The Right of Light.
Torches rally, burn the beast, cauterize the earth.
Escalation, destination desolation:
regard slow time; report the truth; received
communication distorts, parts words apart.
Depart!
Darwin’s social agents popped in for a peep,
Pick up old confetti, soaping soft,
the right boys to do a boy’s job. Inside
a cringe (a swallowed outburst still emits gas)
and a barbed stiletto of rebuke.
They and I are hamstrung by pace, them too
much, me too little. Who is piggy in the middle?
The I of the storm The individual…
The news is abroad, I wish it well on
its journey to ignorance, words are so cheap
They are Free
March 24, 2017
Phlogiston
1
Sun inside, sun outside, hens free.
It’s quarter to three: to my right is a hyacinth blue hyacinth,
elsewhere a dove coos.
Why no workies?
Smirkies, shirkies, quirkies…
Focal plane down the drain.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
2
Woke on the water, choir in the sky.
Lost habit, out of the swing.
Naked apeshit visit.
Longers.
Two two two will not do: simply nots.
Time not spent at it.
…
Pomes and yarns roam and darn days, nights, hours and showers: eats, drinks, & sleeps. That’s the trick, Mick.
Here’s a right one.
Duck!
Crystal was shattered. Ratty Vanfrau was at the ablates again. Queer going altogether. Formegandros was a right old wrench to leave. Never spurn a taverna. Still tempers fugit…
`His head’s gone.` observed the rookie.
‘Tis the time of year for it.’ said the chainsaw massacre cast.
‘Not that bloody rubbish again.’ Cried the…
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March 17, 2017
Bother!
Missed that bit,
now lost my thread correcting it – blithe spirit indeed!
Blind panic panda at the door popped in for bamboo shoots and leaves.
Then
back to Ma Jong and the tiling mosaic that
I am trying to sort in my spare time.
Gobsin calls with silly boy tales, same every year.
Not in the mood for Drood just now
and
should be showered, instead I have a luminescent crimson bear become,
wrapped up for the incoming and the outgoing.
Waiting calmly, apprehendlessly.
Quick brown lazy jump over sly fox.
Needing a feeding
March 6, 2017
‘Tiddle-ee-om-pomp-om!’
Panto tuna lute
open gee gnomic
ale eminent tory heir gone
tomorrow sorrow scars
Desultory smoulder
Pine cones gloaming wormcast
Seashell hermit crabs
Grumble gruesome gulls gambol
Shirtless maggots candy floss
straw fedora hats
Buttons elopes with Blue moon
Sickert sicks up cockles
Muscles lifts bar belles
St. Trinian’s run riot
Beside the seaside
Beside the sea
March 5, 2017
Sweet Home
Most every dusk
I am obliged
To check
the lobster pots
fourteen crooked
steps
(there are rusted
Wobbly rails)
Most nights zilch
However
Sometimes
In the lapping
Crouched desperate
Grey as granite
In favoured splash
One is caught,
Trapped
In time by tide
March 3, 2017
Ill Wind
blue shed
Door
blows
open…
blue shed
Door
blows
closed…
Extermination Squad
In
Utah
Clean out
Of
Final Solution
February 28, 2017
Pancake Day Races…
Sunny spells and gormless showers may pop-up,
Sure,
who knows what to expect?
Scattered,
varied temperatures throughout and persistent.
Staggered,
Meteorolological incertitudinals
Mindboggling,
The algorhythm of the Boolean
Windmaker
