Locofoco (…Sam was in the Kitchen)
had a thought
lost it
yes
i lost the thought
that very thought
poplar with farm animals
sam woud be amused
no end
hooray
this is a masterpeice
from the last
century
had a thought
lost it
yes
i lost the thought
that very thought
poplar with farm animals
sam woud be amused
no end
hooray
this is a masterpeice
from the last
century

Two whites go mad gun down real people beings
monsters die hard and ugly
raging gainst the dying
in their x ray sights
good time for a change
arrest is not an option
simply went berserk
godly in a godless world
Two whites go mad gun down real people beings
outlaw supply and demand
screams Judge Roy Bean on a green machine
weighing up his options
a disturbance in the swarming horde
Two whites go mad gun down real people beings

Brexit like a stale fart stench
red miasma churns the august milk:
turns said milk of human blindness
rancid as a cheesy bishop
genuflecting to a coup d’etat
Big bad money must go somewhere
when Savonarola
corners the art market
at once and for all comers
A Purple sky portends floodstorms down west;
morning shadows simper on the wall;
pound of flesh worth a jaded euro;
no second world status
between first and third storey
these days down at capital records.
At dark at four-thirty
in a curious museum;
be in no doubt blue mummers
will step on your faces
just to get their own way

Wailing diva finales
topped off by dread typanum
ends with high wire act minus hairnet.
The Tools that Live On the Hill buzz frantic
chill out in pastures
blue optimism just a phase;
honey moon periods pass;
when the whip cracks; sudden lethargy whacks.
Inaction stations assumed,
The Gloomsters sandbags
fill with stolid air…
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A Third Man appears
as if by magic
strumming zither rising to a crescendo
in treelined Sante Fe.
Holly was born to be murdered
and Trevor Howard did not want
to complicate his watch:
Trevor Howard is the God Apollo;
Hairy Lime a sewer rat Dionysus;
Wartorn Vienna is weird Thebes;
False teeth are Thalidomide;
Chrysanthemums don’t make it right…
Cuckoo Clocks go off on the Fairground
![]()
‘So?’
…so posted and wiped up
dumping crap on garbage heap festooned with abject voices
moaning on the tundra frail
insouciance scrolling down for snipppets
only to tempt you into a look ma no hands
its me alone before a cool device
that makes me feel autonomous
freely pouring out my soul
persistent online bleeding
out in public on anonymous
street in full view of lonely
avenue where Junior Wells plays harp to passers
by who look up in curiosity only to
discover a chancer with delusions of grandeur
in a panama hat sucking toothless
gums for titbits after an obstinate
chip of stale pitta induced spluttering and panic
before being washed down with a gulp
of cold coffee then a twinge
in the middle finger
whose name is forgotten
next to the index and ring
on the left hand so what is the right little sad
if nameless call it unknown soldier
close to one of two little piglets

Sunday: Wrote to H, he replied! I replied.
He replied first though–in a sense–so there.
Hausfrau sleeps fun off. Cricket and Tennis
left to keep me real for now.
Feathermouse bioupgrades to Mousefeather
Drifts away to dry on idle thermals
criss-crosses skimarked skies declare
blue snow a first in such climes…
resist the flying pig roast passing over
St Swithin cops a deaf ‘un
keeps his pigeon powder dry

Alehouse crocs devour paradox wracked by lounge bar lizards with goosebump gizzards one armed bandits sneer
empty handed begging favours look for crazed saviours cops burst in quelling din quenching fires after one
fun begun when we met a saucy fish dish only found out later alligator some time later when in came pater
baked potato hot to handle looked around took a bitesize chunk settled down blowy night by fazed candle night …
Green golden sleeves droop willowy supine over sable fable plots footpads trip light
elastic flagstones
sneak thief wily gulley snipe giggles echo ghoulish splatter dash dissolve down cobbled runnels cunny
air drains for miasma and hoop lanes squat arched floribunda sprout from brick grikes and get mistook for cat burglars
posies…fistful of sixes, fistful of sevens overspruced suitors don best bib and tucker
smile coyly erect
Get besplat with coal juiced sleet dropping by to pass on a promise of nevermore sorrow eternal blisses
steal furtive kisses contacting sublime lilting learned on all things and everything you honour to neglect.
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Meanwhile Hope downtown
springs eternal thanks to electric shock therapy…
Episode seven: The Rape of the Lick
Apeshit in Dudley Salterton (the only game in town)
Deaf Mango Party Pack plays a Humdinger de Luxe
Carpal tension quelled by stirrup pump & unction
Going going gong…Squawky Flitch prevails over a Jug
bring on the main event
During the crash of two zeros eight queueing up outside
Northern Rock in Brixton
Retrieving a lifetime’s savings.
Rodgered once more by de Cover Up
retreat into
Insecure obscurity
battening down hatches
weathering the storm
The one that never stops
Hurricane Harry hits Louisiana
Twisters blister bayou
Savage lakes of Pontchartrain
Langston takes the wavy air
One in the pot
One ready to go…