Jimson plant querent
conceals Messerschmitt mindset
contorted looking glass…
of late promenading a huge
chunk of cool daytime
Quasimodo sitting room
seeks quiet fulfillment.
A washing machine foxtrots
churns clogs, dog fetches doormats.
The time is three twenty three.
World turned back to front.
top shelves are empty places –
Must go plunder
Pound Shop tundra
Sea I said
…
idly
pointing
over the point
that bit of
Sea
Yea sea so
Sea!
Yeah, yeah…
Please do not get het up,
Sounding like a Gatling Gun.
Quite naturally
I conjectures that i
Touched a raw nerve
Out of my brain at
Five fifteen
The dreaded words slide
Out:
‘Why not stick on the
Downton Abbey Finale?’
As soon
As they slipped from my mouth
A mighty echo
Expanded to explosion
And with a drawl portended
‘Surely, this Soap was
the
Soap
Of God’
End
Of Empire
fear not nobody
hone your bullshit detector
do your very worst
yesterday’s ramblings lost
callous wanton sacrifice
push of a button
so in the blink of an eye
small print woeful whoopsies
slip inconspicuously
away among classifieds
hatches matches
dispatches
bought & sold
& lost & found
Watch the ersatz light
Reflecting starboard
Honour bound to succour
Day becoming night
Faff with naff gadgets
Eschewing tuna mayo
Dreaming high seas calabrese
We got twelve torsos
day tolling primrose and gold.
Syrup drips contemptuous
Nectar wrecking slurp insists.
No showers today so far.
Slowly feeling slow.
Chaotic anger.
Syrup drips voluptuous.
A barmy marches elsewhere
Looking for vittles
Eleven arrives
Eva’s picking up gusto
showers and shopping
remember Clonakilty
in nineteen ninety seven?
punctuation gets
in the way too much colon
all the best full stop
All quiet on the
scribbling front,
cherooted in wonder
floorboards creak above
light tricks liven up febrile
bare naked bean canes
~
what winsome whimsy
quick licks of the trite
scowling fluffers
scud fast west
~
Joy seeing
reflections
panoptical enigmas
puzzle the puggled
bemuse the amused
Grimbeau 