Crowded out by here over hear crowded outFacts are simple facts are straight end: heterosax soots water frontispeice bone dry nymphos dusty bathe fucking with our head-pristinesses any old iron contra-basses sow From crowded dawn droop to barren dusk dross daily diddle dawdle cross cussed county Rosscommon to barren loss Muckross winkling sly nap watercresses hid under mildewed leafmoulds eyam a bird not a hawk sparrow whish whooosh eye am gun
On my way here,
Descending,
Supine in
a white wheelie bin, guess what?
got some treasure
falling it was, upside down,
hissing down big time,
loose, heavy, easy display:
golden showers!
obtuse long lanquid splashes
slit dense wet grass,
teasing emerald, silver crystal
ephemeral sprites:
trinkets, but too
quick, robust,
capricious to pocket,
to show off
after to softer, bolder presences,
Noon’s Guys, casting shorter shadows,
Origin – a higher calling,
sotto voce potent phrases
kicking over the pony traces.
Third tercile 2 0 1 6
commences picture speck elation ship: a nascent summer day breaks nice enoughly mice stir droppings, benign idle slanted hues define clandestine marigolds staring Moonlight fed by dawn day succubus
Crawls inside dirty stop out loony…
INTERIOIR –
Zoo room
Caged leopards prowl plaintive Hoot of timid owl dark as it is I must wake
feeling got up out of it: thus everso Miffed.
—Just Me. Huh? said lone drone Grumpy-Poohs, too much cakes and twisted tricycles
It is…T u es d ay…the second of a u gu st 201 6. Aussie Marxists talking Turkey jiblets Scribbles jog minus slog? Indwelling, mon armour. Spotted reification: University challenges meltsway Poxy sleep. Ratty. Wet now—dry later. So it is. Get dat desk fit for purpose:
Why bloody wires must conspire.
—Alright
Alrighht!
…I’m doing it
NOw
Sprint write it off quick (take your time: hurry up). Ja vole— yes a shower later, later.
Alright
Alrighht!
…I’m doing it
nOW
Why can’t you see I’m busy (trying ). Agitated, creepy presence. Out, out doggone spot. Go luvverly up your shelf. Don’t wanna be no dreg, after all. Handbag lady laces blue suede shoes. Cognisant of the morning news Under my skin up my nose round & rounder in my lank hair trite sprite clings onto dawn gloomdross Comely maiden dross— Out, out, out. Count up Damn Tasks: garden, self, showers, trowels Etwas anders noch? Durrgh…
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Bleak as House out there Marigolds coshed by moonlight Lovely up you whelp
Shin up Mt Nose to eyeball tarn Stray lank hair in dank light socket
Unplugged juggernaut Shipwreck: Lady Queen of Bluesgrinds out loud love’s
old sweet songs over tureens Gave up the ghost writing it was time to break free
Put on the rashers Will it be Coffee or Tea?
Kissed unenthusiastic neighbours A pond farewell Stray lank hair nags bloodshot eyeball stings like hell (toasted two old roadies to get said freak show on the road) Fifteen minutes first thing first chomp an oldie, smoke, drink A pot of coffee & Unleash Cabbage effluent on an unssused speck Five hours buggering around – WAX – hair free website (Why?) airheads ponder tedium Get cracking on now —that’s better isn’t it?
Old hobbits die (hahahaha) hard
‘’…’ate a
B E L&T—S ?
(B a co n
Eg g
L e tt u ce
A nd
To ma t o—
S an dwi c h)
Royal Naval Robe without a belt (or hat): flapping & dangling around my chaps droopy tippets or Tom-Tom Baker’s dozen scarfaced In Doctor Who’s Who used to (the gown not the belt) looking quite dishevelled, I suppose two way mirror crack’d don’t dare to look if I were in your shoes—think with a long head on might it not put you off your elevenses and/or twelves’.’
After glum surgeons cut off my cutesy whiskers post fungal strife erupts maintained some decorum despite such besmirchment overcame survivor guilt for it only Takes one snip—
Eine kleine Augenblickchen
So it was as sure as eggs Is eggs is egg is Big questions cropped up At the heel of the hunt
avaricious prying eyes huffing sighs mock analyse occidental suicides—geiger counter never stops Weighing up the pros and cons Of cannibalism’s Human rights record
By focussing on bogus outcomes both Positive & negotiable elephantine silences
break wind and titter uncontrollably inside drag’s ragged hedge fledgling zoot suits sibillate on saxophone sedge
‘Each one counts’
‘yes, of course it does: each
And every one counts one more ’
animation met a sticky one
blown away puer anarchy
downsized collective conchshellnesses
Personified Vietnam as glitch
Seen Through GI Gilmore’s peepers
In the Jungle Book called Life
Apocalypse Now & then builds strangers!
Was justice a matter of time spent wishing?
After red masque ball pastiche, rehash
Hanging out dirty washing on the Maginot Line
Computer generated egos crumble under post optical somatic catatonics
Working hard at it she she claimed, beavering away, making coffers and indiscreet lagoons with yellow sundries from the ash cart windfall— a thankless task but someone somewhere must step up to the plate, try their very best, give their all, one hundredth of a percent at a time— so a thousand beavers would sort it if they were so inclined would they?
Downhill racers struggle without gravity, what fog feels like hanging in the callow strikes me, those muddy cattle look opaque in this light, like their doing untimed cryptic crosswords, me I stick to sticks and stones, pretty square some say, cubists so they claim but I know the type, grave robbers and enchantresses with altitude sickness…
Glassworks breaks me up and leaves me shatter in tiny pieces like a lake of prisms after rain, a ripple passes through her, where has my drive, my desire gone? No point in asking, all is done for training porpoises to jump hoops and technobabble…give up the shooting match altogether, she thought, I’ll never leave this place, just push soft unforgiving walls— words really haunt
She who sleeps sinnest not, I was told on waking, downstairs a dog runs through the smoking room, we climb the steppes in bandaged boneless feet, get spotted seeking Shelter from the Storm in a little hilltop village called Pat Buchanan for some unknown treason, the Yanks were around a lot in those old cold war days…
Just put it all together, two by two. Wonders then will never cease, it’s just that you won’t notice now you know the knack of it. Swing and roundabouts will conspire, playgrounds caked in cake, a robin shits on the aspidistra. Look what happens when the window’s are left open?
—where’s this to, this loaf
bound for, headed, going:
i.e up dale or down dale,
pebble dashed hailstone rain,
tinkled on torrential like,
sprinkled drips twinkling toe caps,
rainbow highlights eyelash,
sparkling water falls, splish-splash-splosh,
pink wellies slop over full of krill and saffron sea cress, glow of nightjar
sinking easterly frames a sentence served
—or whither then,
shanty townscape,
cracked up pavement
southside sloper, conscious nimble
strider flits, ramrod string bean dipped in slime mascara,
held together by slow seedy joint and spindle whispers,
‘here’s a head with an arse to follow,
in shop window selfies stoop, looking round blind corners,
taking corridors on one at a time…’
—or once overheard
talking bull or elephant
shit late night train crunching tins and little boy lunch
foil packed by lung lost parents long gone munching
french fries and pocket money,
the big hard nut who put the world to rights with a simple push of penknife
and a jammy dodger wrapper riding foolish buckler
—aint going nowhere
much it seems, hard luck stories pack ‘em in
huddled up under flapping oilskins on Bigbumpity sands,
catching your death in the faux blue lagoon,
rescued by wary poltergeists, raised as one of theirs,
minus foibles and sundry endearing characteristics
—mindbombs go off,
ham salad grenades,
sticky bun insects, cheesy carnage, comic strip square jawed uggos,
give it a rest for chrissakes will you?
Well turned stony ground wins through parched earth moiety,
unicorn fish, one of our radiators is lost,
what a bleeding shame
Python
Who will be King of the Mountain?
The spurts and dramatic surges
come fast and furious
from behind the drunken camera,
red mist clouds mingle
obscure a bloated moonlit summit—
unclenched by rarefied daylight hours,
curtains pulled on damp khaki trousers
forelawn it lies the grasses billow,
a potted pear tree is quick felled,
Provenance: grown from seed
by lusty Cecelia it now lolls
flopped on the worn out bird table.
Nasty shock on awaits some
due to freakish start— bowels unmoved,
face unshaven, body stale as bread.
Suffered well earnt defeat on the board
snapped mixing with lower portholes—
that going over last night lingers, brushed aside
like the fly I brushed away
at the top of the knock off swelter
of my fish supper two days back now.
Who will be the king of the world—
not I today, not me.
too smart for the likes of me
stuck up a churchyard yew tree naked
as a birdman trying to figure out where
it all went so very wrong again — put it gown
to the form of the day birdbrain
Each one a new one
A different case of upstairs
Did I say no chess today—
Well so what I was wrong
Put a derringer to my head
And just keep missing
Now time trudges wet
Sandshoe shuffle shod in sloppy seconds—
snide red caps doffed hide furtive grins
Faces crescent—shaped venally daft
Trying to zone in, get a grip, any grip,
be rid of this, this, this…
profane, pernicious accidie.
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Dai the Morf & Wily Dan confer
to hatch a slick masterplan
to swamp the market in eiderdown
or farm mink in Chipping Norton
or timewatch daily brexit as life goes on
a walk in the baked park
—so many murders these day you dont
know where to step first?
Beer to throw up like
In the air & beer to drink
First half, piss call, second half,
Butt wall, third half crawl slowly
Back underground with the turnips
Sobbing sullen soft cell walls we hiss
dripping sober sticky sweat to lick…
door-gell tolls the knell of passing beast
spyrings crop circles short
some verve agents slip away in junky night
thicko suspect plots and trails of vapour cloud
reveal encrypted tissues scrunched up in balls
streaming skies twinkle like aluminium foil:
Watch Window as it falls to earth
—Such thoughts for one so young, Ickle Star, she tuckles and hurrums, baritine chesty undertones of beargrowl
—Gigglchips! Giggle ships chuckled laughing at dada gurgling waterspouse
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Grimbeau 