Jellyroll
I smoked some grave ass
Damaged the thick glass
Of my cartoon eye lash
So did Gunter Grass
He was good, dontya thinks?
knifing slivery eelsguts
in a Kitchen Sink
I smoked some grave ass
Damaged the thick glass
Of my cartoon eye lash
So did Gunter Grass
He was good, dontya thinks?
knifing slivery eelsguts
in a Kitchen Sink
Private versus public grief.
Rolling home
in the dark alone
slagging of my footwear
‘He showered
he shaved,
he came back from the grave.
Lazarus…
Lazarus…’
~
The daily drudge is on.
Walk away, walk away.
Up and down the garden path
fetch your underwear.
Walk away, walk away
One step, two step…
collapse on the prickly pear.
Walkaway, walkaway
~
‘Sea above us,
sky below,
we’re upside down,
head to toe!’
Ate cake before bed,
coffee found congealed
intact, redeemable: stirred,
revived, microwaved.
Stay of execution granted
Just three hours before deadline –
brutal brinkmanship
orders from the DA
reprieved to death row
there’s no place like home
green, green grass
to touch, taste, smell
Each dawn I live.
*
Russet bricks, light fey blue cuck egg skies
Oriflamme sunrise through filthy back window
Faucet drips, wight torched grip Stilson prize
washer wither bold teardrops cease back window
Cannibalised urchins make best of bad deal
Promiscuous disposal dub scum back window
Gorged cheese door step warm ale Pied Pig
Wards and watchers hoist petards by back window
‘We bury them at sea to stop grave hoppers’
Called a spade choice digging ornate back window
St. Giles, Drury Lane, Houndsditch, Liberties
Uber links death carts rollick rumble back window
Linen footpads pilfer sundry freebies
Despatch covert trunks to hell in handcart past back window
Green balloon plummets
Petrified screeches
Thud, thud, thud, whoosh, bang
We ran toward it
The scene unfolded
Before we knew it
The horse had bolted
Weirdos,
acid casualties,
a-minor people,
hanging off
the Phalange,
stuck in gunge,
malingering & snivelling
by the out pipe,
doing the what the fucks and who am I’s.
Can you hear me?