Twenty two (and more) pigeon posts phase your
eyes.
Cold tea and chocolate Hobnobs of the night
Adorn the paper strewn workstation
Grab an eyesore shower and recommence
The stringent pursuit of sublimation:
Prospecting for diamonds in the Shite.
You leapt
They wept
Crocodile tears
From coiffed ears
A ball of twine
Unravels
Soft gravels
Foreign travels
New early
half-four
downpour.
On Chalice Hill
Four Anoraks
Coverer huddle:
Avebury better
Inclement weather
Three pilgrims fall
Two blue, one black
All Pilgrims struggle
When heading back
To Inn Asylum.
Uplifted
From the road
The Rifleman’s
With open arms
Rustle up
Wet Sanctuary.
Lunch (less) time;
fry big spuds,
heat up beans,
eat cold chicken,
drink green cider,
then withdraw,
hid upstairs,
day go dream,
play pinball…
football results in
Tea (less) time
so to nightfall
and beyond!
It is a Saturday,
another one,
sleep walking
Sarin stiffs,
trousers ankled dead,
snuff one,
get one free,
modern day
humanity
Go and do the copy
now the kettle’s boiled.
Face the facts.
Dossers made
not born.
Only child,
spoilt brat,
get fat
and sad.
What about?
My lot.
Sorry, mate!
Sorry state!
Too late never.
Don’t be clever.
Know your place.
Eat your face
When peckish.
Sliming rhyme
Closing time
In the names of gods and sods,
we all perish.
Unlike the giant sink spiders, who,
like Andy duFrais,
made it via drain,
to bask in cool,
silver basins,
asylums,
and bathe in the tumult
of the morning tap tsunami.
Kettle on,
wipe and flush
the mushrooms.
Trousers round
lifeless ankles.
The shame of it!
The shame.
Baby safe in the microwave:
Suffocated. Cars meander still
slate dead drivers slowmo halt
in open sewer.
Ringa ringa roses…
Today,
some place in Shetland,
an upside-down helicopter on sand.
A phone rings, it is my doctor.
He say: ‘I will be late.’
‘Okay’, I say, ‘so will I’.
Just Gone Four…
Oval test strolls,
profiteroles,
game of bowls,
same old souls,
blunt narwhals,
red brick wall,
Mad Max Wall,
wonder wall,
washing well,
Phil Tufnell,
curfew knell,
peanutshell,
squirrel fell,
all must fall,
human zoo,
blowers too
Play!
We have play
On
A dog day.
Sweat and steam.
Sultry dream:
water lilies,
huge emerald
pink voilet.
Swamp and mire,
fire fish fly,
like pickets…
Postcard:
World Banker
A Week of Wakes
High tides beckon
Water snakes
Sacrum idyll
For Padjamers
Get tranqil,
In Calma…
‘Weather’s here –
Wish you were
Nice.’
Tarakos is
Not like Cos…
So next year…
Charabanc to
Eudaimonia.
Grimbeau 