Violet burst in
Shattering
Cut glassy silence
Stood unruffled amid broken shards
Oft broken French Window
Kept Locked up:
Said
‘Let’s go catch a movie y’all!’
Insecure as Doris Day
Conflicted worried
Calamity Jane grew pale
Call the glazier, Poppet!
The one who knows the Problems
Of Philosophy
back to front &
inside Out
like Sioux…
Penicillin Road leads south cuts runs meanders passes via varicose arteries sharp chicanes echo canyons down scree slope and ragged cataract to the ulcerated sea to still Toe Head bathed in iodine haze…
Soft Shoe sized actors bridge players winner parties snub snarl & bicker spew muckbill platitudes as gossips monger meagre wares the morning after muse over who faked the best sincere…
Light occurs the back of four when Saul found out today why the lucid coast of Do-ah Land fails muster ―
Effluenza or Afflenza leaves punters spoilt for choice
Smashed & groped about till Windows of opportunity got tallyho thumbs up should Halloween pass without unsavoury incident…(porky pies lose traction in the Showers)
Second declared surely the new first by third party arsonists and kelptomaniacs with sundry agendas set by grotesque wedge
Ethics in AI gets bunk up from fretful plutocrat with more money than sensibilia. Glass and concrete truth dome.
Peasant slaughtered by boy racer monarch in Garter Gig. Town of Richmond mourns behind closed doors
Jettatori,
casters of the evil eye
Watched on in awe
Funstick McCraw perform
household chores
Licking floors
Opening outside doors
Observes three jackdaws
dropping peanuts
Up disused chimney pots
‘I’ll put your head in a box full of frogs ’
Recall the vernal equinox
All you want is hidden there
Jettatori.
casters of the evil eye…
Just sigh
St Within cherishes rainy days as ready made excuses
to avoid demanding chores that lurk in the soggy world out there.
Looking out on a rainy day as chill air rolls in
Wide open window admits sound of water
Thud splat on nettle;
rustlings hid under undergrowth; bird tweets and car doors percuss.
Wet days holed up in a Vellum trailer
Cheap drains spewing rain
found thrumming on the cheap tin roof.
—
Plans jottings quips owt…rain she surges in the west,
Sniffs oil tankers torched in the gulf of Oman
Lar committed to who knows what.
Beers and bed . Terry robbed. Midsummer 2019.
Toerag blues play out.
Regrettably like Sundays
Call Doc & the Medics cavalry is coming
Hit me with a feather Mistah Merryweather
Tickle some hidden fancy
fences lust for empty vistas
fears proliferate
only land is finite
gravity a bummer
ups and downs a premium
…halt a blissful pause
Machine Gunner raps to a halt
automatic writers run out of ammo
Lamentable delays waste time to kill
Never blame the rain again
All it makes you feel is wet
uncomfortably exposes
fences lust for empty vistas
fears disintegrate
only man is finite
runner beans love summer
climbers come and go
…halt a blissful pause
Pigs in clover
War is over
Cliffs of Dover
Supernova…
brevity is the soul of what
you are alluding to:
Rusted mackerel tins
erupt tea dreg magma
Something in the water
putting in a sock
Mustn’t grumble altogether
Winding up soft tea time clocks
Hot under starchy cover
Addressing pressing matters
June crawls out of bed into being
and washing up on
broken glass and sinew
Contemplates a cup of tea
whilst weighing up
the perils that haunt kettles.
Underfoot crumbs thrive
& polka. Must we
now wince at the crawling stumble
of decay, or faceup to
someones fact you’ve had
your day in the sun
Very like a Mayfly did?
Smoke
Went up
—new PopE
Entropy ain’t what it said
In the choking oakum days
The sleazy gabardine mack days
The bad brown paper bag book days
The chesty doris dayglo days
days when we were never young at heart
watching mangy work horses melt
soil broke city streets
stucco frontispiece & smiley culture vulture daub
cannot deny that people called Duck existed then
An oxygen experience is tough to get over.
Personally, I gained all I want in life no worries.
I am perfectly content in mind and body
All the tension slips from my body
lukewarm and utterly comfortable,
as if I were sitting beside a friendly fire,
wrapped in a delicate shiny blanket,
rocking gently back and forth.
Communication is unpleasant and unnecessary.
Under the influence of oxygen,
no companionship is needed.
I accept myself and the world just as we are,
not begrudgingly,
but eagerly,
ecstatically even.
Wet coal tipples blanket bluffs,
Rusted out coal tipples
blanket breezy bluffs
Twisted track curls up
gnarly knotted toes
Industry was here
Once below a time
Called Kilroy & Cadwallader
*
“…he who abandons goodness
and ceases to be a man cannot
rise
to the status of a god,
and so is transformed into an animal.”
Virginia Woof
(Slippery Towpath Revisited.
Hogwash Press Release 1491)
Mocking our glorious dead at your own peril
–are we so all wrapped up again?
Worse. I fret enmeshed
Speak for yourself Mush
How could it be otherwise Old Toad
Listen to the groaning Sky–
Antebellum rides into town
on Dungbeetle One
round up the unusual suspects
stuff their face with gold
Dimbleby & Hastings
hang the bunting up
on teal houses in the street
How we stood alone that day
watching on
to see how it
went down upstairs–
applause politely ripples
08:57 31/05/2019
greyed over chilly wind passes over jade
Ascension
— Island Day devotions–
will we kick a fussball round?
Careful peel a pear pensive,
collectively forget
where we was going.
Ate fruit unawares so i did.
Scant improvement dick notes
Gumshoe Strawberries on the turn
Still no sign from the Gooseberry Bash.
Flights of fancy borne well in mind–
must we really turn to dust and gas?
Idle gossippers gather round
to spoonfeed eaglets.
Thurible attention to detail.
Fairly sent me…Up
Still No complaints on that score.
Gloria! Gloria! Gloria!
Wildlife teems abounds cavorts rampages thrives
scowls predates attacks…
observes silk purse sows ear sensation news breaks law:
Luther Vandros he gone ate my Ramparts!
Might just go lie down now upsince four.
Called back left a brief message
–they said my call was important to them
but never mentioned why
Now
i am a curious wolf
who came across this yolk
looking for a bite to eat
–why not edible gadgets
bite sized desirous
digestable messages
that leave you wanting more
ust pick a flavour of your choice
from our wide range &
tempted i replied:
‘my favourite is long piglet
pink pork bones chewy soft
& fresh mountain water
to wash away the stench
to the sangune lit
of Summer by Vivaldi
yours faithfully
Howlin”
Now I wait with bated breath
dribbling on the telling bone
