Daffy Down Dillies
Churchill’s bitter fly returns
toxic legwarmers it was
the ruskies what did it
—how did it happen here?
Hesta gives out big time—
one too many mourning
in the hearth of hearths
Called up chaos for clarity’s sake—
somewhat the weirder when told
not much will come of it
So let bygones hug gravestones & move on to
plough up holy cuckoo land discretely
Blunder thusly into war
enshroud bon motes in cordite veils
shooing gadflies lies inert your frail old bones
Til happenstance unchained delights
in sweet spring waft— off molten espadrilles…
Cynical salads disgraced dank scornful yawn:
Cleo departs come break of dawn
Books burn forever truly
Yours,
Sincerely Santa Ranter Claus
starts up in minor
malingers idly with intent
gives way to bullshit
Shipton pulls it off again
makes good angry afternoon
pink blossoms made visible
spittoons bite the dust
discover plastic bags under wild forsythia
where has the goldfish gone
answers to the name of Justine
gentler than a man
should you give a damn...
turned clock back to front
Grimbeau 