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
fifty why not make it sixty
sixty lines a day
lines of various
l e n g t h s
–must it be teatime
already my life
telltale toe in plastic skin
F l i e s
flies of various size
age & foible
cannot resist wet ulcers
Wealthy benefactors speak
clipped in forked tongues,
tongues foreign to me.
A language better sucked than
swallowed, Henry said,
Prone to nasal one might say.
My lot however belch it out.
Undoubtedly more mucal.
Guffaw, belly laugh, cavernous
— oh my aching sides, we are often
found in stitches, crying.
Tears of paroxysm rolling
down our ruddy cheeks
Wholesome in a way
After the vulcanised wind has blown
And
Hell has frozen indigo
Bend like a flamingo bends
Down there by your enchanted face
You
Will be surprised to find
The opal twin set and furls
Under the pomegranate
Yes! The one you picked last Wednesday
At
The Quartz Mausoleum
of Semi-Precious Love Stones
yardbrush swishers beatbrush thwacks yield twiglet slender silver sticks cold outlook strobed tongue groove mouldy bottle green sludge ivy all froe up, garden table soused SLITHERsmooth in ghostSLICK slugslime, SO sad neglected sun logo chair looks unfit for purpose, drizzle SWEEPS over sedge stiff reed , ornamental gusts of whippy arctic sea gales dwindle grizzled peter out, sppn to blow in cheesey goose step masquerade as otiose ducks stand in line on chipped postwar plenty china refurb mantels, hollow winter darkness looms in spring, you always kid yourself round now, but it will soon be passing, yes it will, give has been taken to leave, or merely overlooked by circumspect tree fellers from the weald…
After it was over better—clutching one win under the belt, Miles Davis makes a silent din interspersed with radion soft tocks, geiger counters synchronised clocks and watch keenfor cloudburst—phial of fugues splashes khaki homespun doublet, scutching wheat from plenty chaff— worralorra chaff—pround once a former waf, got a leg up from wan myrtle turtle artichoke to the rank of wag. And never looked back from there it seems from this point of phew…wahplus
Something about this computer—me
Working on some dead sea scrolls: fruitless work for screw loose souls
Gave it up for tobacco road, sacrificed it for a well stocked ashtray and threadbare coptic rug
Was it worth what?
Why how could it not be so-so?
Wall to wall sun brings out we
jobbing builders from our thermal lairs
Found Little Nell well stuffed
after sausage & small beer jugs
knows how to cheat at cribbage mind
The colour of water perturbs us, as for the shapes!
Sublime purple candyfloss sickly sweat
spilt acrid boiling fat, overheated drain smoke, egg & tomato flytraps
four giant fallen women cackle when the towel drops
oily petrels stumble aimless slippery over ostrich stones
bent forward crouched like hunched watchmakers
here we are all beached till Uncle John
picks us up at teatime and we can all go toilet safely
scrutinising pebble gnat
who sea sky truly bluely
Grimbeau 