Sir John Bitumin
laid it on bit thick
plummy urban sine noble
Metropolitana oiks
crave Mr Softy Ice Cream
tannoys herald ninety nines
mismatch of the day highlights
Am I my Buddha’s keeper?
Verbal diarrhoea
Splat of conchshellness, mind that child!
Too late mate you’ve lost your license.
All because the lady sought pork pies…
Three-fifteen corrupts
Hilda Swinton & Max Keiser waited up for me,
keeping me company in
the wee small hours listening
to the World Service
Friday night morphing into Saturday morning,
thinking about sunshine and summer gardens.
The bed is clean & warm.
The days are getting longer.
~
Seven-thirty erupts
In Graphine Enlightenment
Click! Wow!
Blimey O’Reilly
Blinded by nanoscience,
muscular cuddles bunch up,
shoulders forearms & neck
nape, sides, and chicken thighs
Graphine will fix it
Save on smoking beagles too
What chance of carbon dating
Superficial arrangement
Same as usual
once while drowning
sheepishly
in the Black Sea
a big black boat
snook up and jumped
me from behind
after some time I
pulled what of me
was left together
tucked it up safe in
screeds of belly lard.
a rescue party
arrived and asked
me if I’d seen me.
I said a curt yet
polite no and
crawled back ashore.
Who put the clocks out?
eight minutes to four
undersleeping is lethal
April foolishness
or was it Blue Leicester cheese
or Port Talbot Steelworks
Back to bed with you!
~
summoned by canine smells
green poetics
Which is it to be today
Pranksta or Gangsta?
Always read between the lines
~
unlike You the truth
is never plain nor simple
You know who you are
capitalism eats itself
corrupted algorithm
no one takes the rap