Glovelight
Out of it is into it,
it seems to me today
darkness lights up night
disappearing day.
Sunset of another year
Silhouetted hand
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Out of it is into it,
it seems to me today
darkness lights up night
disappearing day.
Sunset of another year
Silhouetted hand
Just before the immediate
I paused
Had a second thought
Of what it was i
Was getting at
Fancy that
What a twat!
Arapaho yelled
Michelangelo get duck
take cover under
One more goldfish prize
Sometimes whilst underwater
A grumbling giant goes:
Tis want of which
You silly witch
Your heart is all a’plenty
Keek I there a’won nowhere
& fiddle all the Gentry
Private versus public grief.
Rolling home
in the dark alone
slagging of my footwear
From a time I can’t remember
I want to slap tory upstarts
Little loudmouths spouting crap
Yapping nagging little brats
They keep coming though
Year by year by
Quite certain
that they own the place
Puggled it is that I
am this soggy greymorn.
Verily Pooped and pinned.
Indeed…
So, therefore this way thusly.
Its lights are on, it makes coffee
Then has a fizzy
for the Muzzies.
It’s Rat city out the back.
Take the poison provided, Chaplets.
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Enjoy that joy, Sunny Boy
Try make it last forever
In darkest night or brightest light
No matter when or whether
‘Tis ten thirty in the kitchen
After Midnight in my head
Four thirty in the bathroom
Ought I to go to bed?
just imagine this
finished book before breakfast
blissful state attained
Last time I spoke with Chas
You know what you love?
He asked
slow & low
Like Wilson to Shane
Taking in the Globe Livery
rustling my purpose built
beige safari suit
silence broke out till
Hesitatingly, I said
‘Fire!’
So we drank a toast
To Father, son, and
Holy Ghost & felt
a shedload better
Grimbeau 