Green sky thinking
Prevailing Ditherama
Mexican standoff
Stop the world right away
Figure out what’s going on
Stuck in a sand trap
On the dodgy nineteenth hole
Fiddling with your quiff
love the sound of your own voice
No choice is a choice
Salt & vinegar
Savoury crisp morning air
Smokey bacon sky
Cheese and onion state of mind
Prawn cocktail optimism
Not up to speed yet
Morning enters delicate
Stage left in sackcloth
Overwhelming need for socks
Permanent obliquity
Every breath taken
See a world without hiccups
Fittingly wintry
For the time of year
Didn’t John Lennon
get shot round now?
December…
Feels just about right.
Nineteen eighty what?
Thirty five years ago,
or so,
Swansea,
late slate
afternoon,
around about four.
Got up and switched on the box.
Programme interrupted.
Tchaikovsky piano
concerto repeating, scratched,
the 3rd or 4th.
Man, that was bleak.
Live in one room save on heat.
Never happy, never happy.
Robinson & Gamp,
Umbrella names –
came
From works of fiction
Defoe & Dickens wrote them
Most respectively
Dear Mr Santa Claus
Stop shoving useless
Information in my headbox.
‘Will that do?’
‘No, it’s wrong’
‘Wrong?’
‘Yes, wrong.’
‘Who says gross moral turpitude is wrong?’
‘People…just people.’
‘Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that, would I?’
‘Suppose not.’
‘Suppose right.’
Arsenic & old lace
Did I say older?
I forget a lot these days
Onset Oldtimer’s
Mindless tedium
Your guess is as good as mine
Xylophones twinkle
Beautiful losers mutter
A man goes apeshit
Puts on a woolly thinking hat
Down to business
A murmur of life & debt
The meeting convenes…
lit jasmine joss stick
Debussy string quartet plays
adjust thermostat
open fan widows
wine dark dawn begets
clear blue canopy
wondering whether
to talk or not to talk to
fiends & creditors
We come of life
We want of death
We come of death
We want of life
~
We come of dark
We want of light
We come of light
We want of dark
~
We come of silence
We want of sound
We come of sound
We want of silence
~
We come of touch
We want of stone
We come of stone
We want of touch
~
We come of mind
We want of heart
We come from heart
We want of mind
~
We come of dumb
We want of deaf
We come of deaf
We want of dumb
~
We come of Ma
We want of Pa
We come of Pa
We want of Ma
~
We come of here
We want of there
We come of there
We want of here
~
Over there observe
Fey wiry Mary Hartley
Confined to an upstairs bed
In a seaside bungalow
Waiting on a feted
Blue reunion
Summery justice
Life without dissipation
Sober as a smudge
Grimbeau 