redhanded culprits
caught ripping silk sheets
part shrouded
in sleepdust
sporting fetching colours
to the tip—gristle to the mull!
little twitterings
simplify gruff mutters
fresh air cuts jagged holes
pernicious borus
dandelions roar!
Off hunting after
Water, smoothness…
warmth, lichen, eumony
No surprises
No good at that since
things went from bad to bloody awful
When you saw me coming
Over with an isotope
Shut the craven door, put on the long sleeves…here it comes
Rouged erotic fall apples hang heavy in the sweaty orchard
Too often and falsely I have been told I am loyal, true and faithful,
Honest to a fault, capacious in my tolerance
Why let waste-wolves take their pick, leaving us wild boar
Cherish stray abandoned cryptic sirens
While rapine tyrants mocking strut their bawdy stuff, and raze ivory bone chapels
to cinders as innocence stands by looking on?
Untongue this serpentine insatiable ambition, stuff red hot pokers in it till it puffs
up like a hamster at the cud
Let that be an end to it for good, then retire us we shall to the bragging hall to winter in stories tall as giant pines and spruces
The day after the day after wholesale slaughter flyblown autumn gossamer persists stubborn as winter rowan becomes tonight more trash to incinerate sweet horse chestnut We endure stale lavender All the greens become obscene rude yellows stark enchanted azure No chance of heaven at eleven. As in the black night a certificated medic calls to say: Life goes on without us then just like glimpses promptly disappears
Thrill us, Alfie do!
Sink your fangs in this virgin
Soft white downy flesh
Rise up crimson eyes bulging
Jowls dripping blood saliva
He loved his Cornish Cream Teas
he does the poor old devil
Still as farmyards
The last day of august goes
Out like a vagrant
Holding her father’s torch
Smiling knowingly
Write what you know
they said
I don’t know much
I replied
Smiling knowingly
The day pans out
It’s vast
How tiny are we
Specks
Smiling knowingly
rustic plastic flower pots, empty seed boxes,
wanton rakes, shiny blue hoes, and general crap strew the garden,
frit chickens stand hushed for once:
parched crisp hollow
fennel, dayglo haywire, mile-a-minute bindweed, well-weathered crimson
strips of once useful wood, a yellow crate cum side table, the broken once
green now taupe plastic chair, a fat permissive raven,
and I conclude,
that little white passenger aircraft
looks very like an
aphid from where we sit,
lapping the last honey sun the portly
seggins assisted in the
making of this year
empty hour glasses
litter shattered livelihoods
dress rehearsing sighs
try not to laugh out loud much
as you’ve heard them all before
My homework ate the dog
meek winds sing small ills: niffles snuffles niggles gripes Gene Wilder’s gone stone deaf dazzling daisies pomp no more turning leaves bonfire bright -must we go to grown up school this time every year?
Cleaner, obscener, Greek God-like, romantic visionary gobshite, deified by self and mothers, receives less than enthusiastic response from beleaguered eejit trojan woman
Hoi polloi turn away sneering like Mutley at yet another abortive ruse by ludic evil genius to ground flighty, devious Columba
long slow road to equanimity stretches far ahead, distorted by sunstroke induced hallucinations, delusions of grandeur guaranteed by new toilet seat
obscured by cloud, the righteous dispute perceived flash promises of non-stop wall-to-wall sunshine on venture out
itchy feet pandemic induces potassium permanganate price hike on world markets, espadrilles nationalized in Atlantis
huge wave of despair sweeps over low self esteemers—
what is the incidence of Alopecia in Appalachia?
Dorset five held indefinitely by Etruscan potwallopers, Foreign Office remain vigilant. Time is of the essence.
Grimbeau 