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My Comrade who fell in the Hoover Dam. 1933 (Slipped!)

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Hey You!

You with the Stars

In your Stars

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pOp #4

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amaryllis

ornery sniper

phlox magenta fingernails

telescopic sites

hatless in Brussels

some neutralised citizen

dragged away limp

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Pressing Olives

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Gethsemane, Gethsamane

One fore you and one for me

Somewhere near the River Lee

First thing in the morning

Scrunching tinnies in a bush

Fishers fishing without luck

Throw your face down in the muck

First thing in the morning

Gethsemane, Gethsemane

Is there honey still for tea

First thing in the morning

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Close Up (starecase)

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U.P.

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Doktor Phibbs

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Too cold to shower just yet—
perhaps later, eh?
For what purpose do
we owe this visit?
Warmth & ambiguity?
Sorry, we are busy now
Improving our mindfulness
Down in A & E
Listening to Monsters of Uselessness
Sharing what helps them sleep nights
Practising no more than what
the heavenly hour permits

Bedsheets & Spreadsheets

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For the truth must out
Starbucks fakes a cold shower
Obstacular slowness after
Hormonal chin-wags
Static hyperactive void
Crystal set crackles and spits
Arthur Streeb-Greebling
rings out loud & clear…
Crowded house of noise
One thing at a time sweet cheese
& piccalilli circus
cavort resembling gavotte
Jericho charcuterie
Mobs baying for blood
~
House of C’mons up in arms
Speaker Berkow drops bollock
Wendy housekeeper tut-tuts—
He who cares wins out
Losers, suckers & bums guffaw
All mouth and trousers
What am I waiting for now?
Food and full abnegation
Of any responsibility
Carry on Contemptuous
Sid & Doris Bonkers
Ashen kneed Ron Face…
Destiny: Tumbrils

doggo: Minus Catapult

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Time for a bite after a
long, steady haul so far—

Playtime!
Play nicely now
you
hear me.
No more pelting rocks
at old ladies backsides as
they are passing by.
They
know that it’s you that’s doing
it.
don’t pretend they don’t. or
me either.
& never make
Out you don’t or you’ll
end up like
the others
Hanging from the yardarm by
the cross for crimes and
misdemeanours.
That’s you.
a misdemeanour alright.
A bloody misdemeanour.

—Stop that.
stop it now,
you’re making I
laugh. She said
she had
a big bruise on her bum.
Wanted to show me…
No!!!
I did not. It was enough
to keep a straight face
as it was.
Silly old cow.
Best stop it though, luv
you might have someone’s eye out.
and you don’t want all that do you?
just play it doggo:
Minus Catapult.

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Sabbath Bloody Sabbath

Graffiti scrawled on outhouse
wall reads encrypted hogwash
post-traumatic non
compost heapos coins
the passer by leaning over
sideways sucking on a thumb,
doodling on mad scribblepad,
critiquing spondylitis,
resurrecting monomyths of
last year’s potatoes, shrivelled
up like bollocks after nights
of desperation…weeping
silently over shadows

Who that there they say
-thought that dead or done away?
Beloved beloved
Come back to smote your
beaten heart like drum
machine turned up to plenty
on the Rickenbacker Scale
of enough is not enough
Black Sabbath just passed over
Until the next time
I remain yours and
truly Paranoid….

Slumberball

Car roof frost crept up
Under myrtle pantry hall;
Jeered snored Slumberball;
just one piss taker detained;
Monday prospects—cautious
Delicious crock auspicious:
off white slate, slick black chalk,
no shiny patent shoes,
dust puttees pour moi—
Falcons ravage Patriots,
fight onto twittering end,
Slippery stout slops puddle,
Scrumbled suds scud up aloft,
Posties perched in crowsnest crofts.
Pigeons sport posh headgear,
epaulettes & bronze brocades,
hail to the chef…get out of Dumfries,
fast as your eggs will carry you

phillippic: desert island dusks

Night of flaky news
No sleep till Becks & Brooklyn
Every Time you say Goodbye
Seems like a nice lad
Despite appearances
To the contrary
Nero’s turn swift to burning
effigies swing on lamp posts
hard earned reputations
dangle on fraid knots
fickle fate fingers famous
fake news fallacies…
fcuk well off back
whence from where you came
flashpoints of fiction
far flung Phillipic