Let me out
a room in the house of the dead
read promising reports of Siberia from Fyodor.
Irony escapes me when her blood is up.
Two fratricides and a horse theft cracked it.
Bingo!
Ten years eating flowers
regardless of good behaviours.
Social leprosy
is indeed a chronic state.
beady eyed ant eater sits up aloof, contented
nothing left to say except:
‘Happiness writes white; ergo,’…
Hooker’n’Heat at the Toady Prom
Feeling has gone memory stays on
Rampant maple leaves appear
like marigolds in moonscapes
rising through the morning mist
when i pull the cerise drapes
and play the damn fool blues
drinking in the morning news
Breath:
Two fingers below omphalos
like the past a foreign country
in myrtle overgrown persists
Served my time in solitary
let that boy boogie woogie
Tippett grumbles tweely
wormwood scrubs
confined to barracks
shakebog blitzed crude argot wine
floorsuck sonic toe wipe shine
invasion swots up Apenine
blue wasps stumble coarse scree
try too too hard to please yourselves
please no-no-no-no one
capricious Amy said with zest
war begets a war in jest
Cold sat out
Came back in
Still no wiser
Path well swept
Saviour friendly
yellow butterfly spotted
round midday
while at this table
doodling
out the corner of my eye
hung around
a flittish jiffy
lime yellow
now i think of it
over by the back window
such (like what?): Canaries squawk–no rest for them wicked keep on rolling thought Ole Man Ripper he just keeps strolling along. Faith.Yellow light fog ( seamanship unsure?)
Hornblower amid ships squints tall trees concluding even toffs must open up windows fusty (droops the feathers, Capitano?) A Gustless fug shivers my timbre Cheese & Pickle bagatelle (relabelled past sell buy?) ingested in haste mad reasoning
sometimes draws strangled conclusions (Aargh)
Entropy it ain’t
What it was in oakum picking days
gray gabardine mack brigade days
ban good bad book days
dour doris day days
we were never young at heart days
four wild horses dragged us nowhere days they do not serve who also stand and wait days
Yesterday’s salad defrosts on the southfacing sidewalk,
four day old stilton cheesecake, half baked tatty cadaver guava gut, fried lightly in oil,
done to a turn, one of the fried eggs got off less lightly, slightly burnt underneath.
If you’re drifting on an empty ocean get jumpy…
mememememememe
Chucking stuff all over the place, scatterbrained
Against all odds Balach Lava Banana pulls one off’
–a coup d’etat, ca va!
Viva Chapati!
On themselves they brought it, plague
espedrilled chameleons
Raven haired chimeraphiles
Slumming it on the Mile End Rd
Vague as aesthetics
‘Do you knit your own flatbread, Senora?’
‘Are you havin a laugh, Duck?’
Her hair was made of liquorice
Topped off with a Pontefract Cake
bleak mid lent
all hope spent
firmament
ice blue
krill’s eye view
downstairs loo
stuck eschewing superglue
Grimbeau 