Flat
that is to say
unbevelled vinyl surfaces,
colours range from black to white.
How did it get here?
Suspended in thin air
hanging motionless
yet still
seeming to wobble oddly
Balloon!
Expansiveness: opens can
Campbell’s Condensed minaret,
relaxes the nape,
ugly fruit peels off
serrated lid and…
expansiveness
Don green marigolds
Wash and trim the fat
Fetch blue bucket to town well.
Meet yellow bucket bearer
On the way back for
first time in ages…
Tell me, what is she
up to these awesome decades?
Sits around by the
window,
writes a lot on a frog, waits,
checks the screeds over
and over again,
looking for acknowledgements,
acknowledgements, acknowledgements…
proof that something happens
somewhere spontaneously sometimes.
The rest of her life is spent
in worry-work, going back
over things again and again and again.
Forgetting, forgetting stuff
does a lot of forgetting.
Nothing much to dismember
was there?
Myrtle ides bizzy-lizzy
Effervescent blue jacuzzi
Testicles frizzle-razzle-dazzle
Bach, Sax, and Baxi does a sizzle
rizzle
Sparkling white rhino
Licking up Parafino
What’s it to be then?
So I ssked Martin Heidegger
Pulling out a bottle-stopper
Let us call it Dippelschisser
ides bizzy-lizzy-gizzy
effervescent blue jacuzzi
tenticles improvise
Bach, Sax, and
even Baxi does a sizzle
rizzle-razzle-mastadon
wanking on the white house
Lawn
Sparkling white rhino
Licking up Parafino
What’s it to be then?
So I ssked Martin Heidegger
Pulling out a bottle-stopper
Let’s make it a Dippelschisser
Truth is often stanger breeds
Fiction; orthodox
Seeks counter-vision
Thudding raindrops beat
whoozy eccentric tattoos
Broken baritones croak
growling thunder rumbles
loose as unctuous
scrumptious bronchial catarrh—
can lightning do nothing
except flash and strike?
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Half a month’s worth in one just night: flash torrent chaos rains, freefall-bomber hits the skids…rainy, rainy skies, up since just gone three, realigning smooth riversides, knee deep down in autumn sludge
What a difference a day can make. Summer slams its door shut. Batten up and hunker down. Get the winter brain in gear. How lucky are you feeling?
Queasy feelings rattle me, the lift abruptly shudders , time to light a candle up. Something is lodged down deep, I dare not cough it up, spit it out.
I fear the consequences of seeing my black soul writhing before me on the cruel floor. The witching hour comes. The anthracite dog will not go out in this—
Why should anyone in their right mind? Outside we dry some fire sticks, make day light, watch the last bee suckle, have one last puff on the trumpet, set the drapes on overtime, Mr Hands! We sail for Costa Teabag
In sanitised thatch cottages sad eyed sod busters float before my Jolson eyes, some optimists wave resigned white hankies from upstairs windows, the others stare blank pure dread and sweep past on the ruthless ebb
Pride precedes fall off
Fat dwarf rides giant tortoise
George Clooney’s hermit
Thrice a day leaves the folly
Mounts said giant mobile home
Spins anti-clockwise twice round
Well-manicured lawn
Back to bankruptcy
Smartass weirdos who
Hail from the British isles
Must simply keep hush-hush
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‘Ungry! you bet yer
badass angry as hellza
pop-popp-Popinjay
hip-hip hooray Huzzargh
mush wryshuss indignayshun
guardy-poohs!’
Clear the room, remove the loon
jinx more second helpings now
is the winter of our disco -fuff
flacid gawd, whorely doxy…
puffer runnin’ uff out-pfuffuff
fuel needs feeding you Tom Fool
hire clear blue sky blinking
turn again Whitless-Washboard
turn again, for London’s Burning
lavender river flow-flows
Ptomac-a-Ptomac
Parting company wit
Surreality
Aint as sinful as it sounds
Necessarily so-so
manifest obscurity
guarantee:
purview
blue
oblivion
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Drifting on a balsa raft, oriental crocus breeze, compass spindles slow, ever increasing circles, heading for the pillowed rocks, supine on a sandy shore, truly past caring
After, psycho-narco jollies pass, swoon descends into slumber, groping idly in the dark, letting out the rabid dog, listening out for sneaky rodents, standing tall in a small
Hall, struggling on scattered stairs, letting out spent poison, trying hard not to break your scrawny neck descending, nice day to start still life again, will it wet or dry be, where
Has the week gone too this time, high up noisome purple scuds, ominous luminescence, wishing for the worst, never hoping for the best, too many disappointments, keep
Calm and carrion, sing a song of sufferance, go lightly and with peace, what in these slippers, you are of course taking the piss, getting down to work, incomprehensible
Narrator talking out his arse, king seen in altogether, chortles ripple round real tennis courts, balls roll down ha-ha, quite a parting trick, bow low while winking to the
Stranger’s gallery, shapes of things to come, spasmodic tetrahedral paper diamonds, off road catastrophes, ploughshares turn to ear rings
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