Stars & stripes striate
my eyes
come to rest
on this
moribund fieldmouse
by the dog’s luminous red plastic food bowl
sun blinds me as I make my deft approach
One point four billion miles
From the planet jupiter
Nearly six hours after midnight
Blue skies shining on seas
fleeing genomes off to work
With a sound packed lunch
drain nap after lunch
blackfly gunge
twig flotilla
pale stale puddles
after the deluge
the lawn is brown
bread just add water
hay oozes liquor
two minutes silence
to think one hundred years back
when the flowers went somewhere
plenty more where that
bunch came from these days
gift wrapped twenty-four seven
despatched instantly
straight to your doorstep
all thanks to Interwarfare
Wish I was not here
Is it Friday tomorrow
Are you a moron
I try my very best to
I am not a calendar
Self evidently
Trying to be funny are you
It never works when I do
Who disappeared then
Smoke blows out my ass
A tobacconist
Tai chi on roho slow as coot stoned as an unfaithful tory wife
Trying to lighten up before Henley Regatta
Elsewise you won’t get the most out of your summer frock
~
Tai chi on roho face down on keyboard hazardous standard lamp
Trying not to ring the buzzer with the hoop
Was it called ‘Buzzo’ or Milgram?
~
Tai chi on roho Djokovic stretches as a hobby between engagements
Trying to hang loose in an aircraft shelter
In Sarajevo
Just a little boy clutching
tight on to a shaking leaf
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Sleep is a great healer I am told
By highly unreliable sources
Total rain stops play
Dream found in coffee,
fresh fruit salad featuring:
strawberries and apricot
Polish chocolate
dipping & sucking sticks
obesity and all hope
of becoming a horse whisperer
vanishes in one
yummy comfort feed
on a shitty-bitty afternoon
whether you overdid it
or underdid it
happens afterwards
after a shower
write something brilliant
slow walk on water
unusual morning mantra
‘Ode to a Bloody Pigsty’
Remember Benbecula
opaque shape in mizzle
when that spatula melted
sausages sizzled
Chief Executor
Osbourne spouts reassurance
for the stockholders
Corbyn cornered by
playground Famous Five rotters
Germans getting pissed off waiting
Water runs the wrong way
Down the kitchen sink
The world’s turned upside down
That’s why I got out the wrong side of bed
Turning with my back to the wall
That is always behind me
you cannot run
without a leg
to stand
on
no minister
came out of the bunker
to co-operate
in the witness protection
programme
silverfish fled for the coast
mendacity stalks the land
Has Britain left Britain?
Grimbeau 