Casting Couch
would Theda Bara
grace fake tiara
inviolate star
of Cleopatra?
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would Theda Bara
grace fake tiara
inviolate star
of Cleopatra?
cleaned up The Galley
put on The Dinner
(good name for a band)
midday sun muddling
themes & notions
earplugs or upstairs?
food overruns fantasy
sigh day afternoon.
what is going on?
circling nitpickers
…fresh as a quasar,
bright as a futon,
blue as a cherry,
wind blows like cotton,
greener than onions,
khaki bronze tresses,
harpsichord pluckers,
flute canneloni,
viola chaffinch,
tumbril sonata,
quicksilver sanctum,
mad crimson pagoda,
orangery windows,
glow like a gloworm,
nub of the butter …
The sole aren’t biting today,
taking the meagre bait
of rehashed borrowed matter.
Must have better things to do
like sleep or almost
anything else permissible.
The swarming free world
of competing distractions.
Fleets of flights of fancy.
Origami necromancy.
Bat on ball or do fuck all.
Have a weep or have a ball.
All that is within your power.
Within your sphere of influence.
Just go and explore!
Ouch!
Not that one…
Aspidistra dashed
Off out immediately
Pressing engagement
Previously flagged up
On the road to Mandalay
Pallid wan shrouded
Lucid nacreous calico
Cauled mirrored fetch
Spectral living ghosts emerge
Perusing your back pages
Hard working people
Trying hard to make ends meet
Sleep in uniform
Between one and zero hours
One eye open
One ear cocked
Hanging on the Ganger’s Shout
Edge of desert
loathsome crossroads
break of day:
blue sky
black road
yellow land…
~
shaking hands
with Mendelsohn,
saying thanks
Mendelsohn
for the velvet ride:
three days since
back now
still here.
~
Word came orange train
orange train it never came,
delayed by groaning grain
hoppers
delayed by
open hurt
surgery.
~
Toucans dismayed
shake
sorry worried heads:
crackle yellow beaks
blue rinse
dismal eyes
~
petrol black feathers.
Sheen shines
gleaming after
morning preening:
listening
~
Acute whisper
Jungle or desert canopy.
conscientious toucanese.
Sleeping penguins
dream of krill.
~
pungent lavender
five giant
ruby clay pots
on the windowsill
cast tiny white
shadows.
*
sultry swoon clement
swell warm air
azores succouring
up before arctic
howlers take over the reins
harry on the darkening days
counting down before
The Big Flop
…
from
mighty oak trees
brittle acorns
drip
…
Grimbeau 