All that Fall
…
from
mighty oak trees
brittle acorns
drip
…
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from
mighty oak trees
brittle acorns
drip
…
Late on parade today
(Big night at the Senokot)
finds one knelt on
Selfless selfish knees
exposed to the elements
undaunted by a Portland Stone
~
Tautological claptrap some say
There might be something in it
So I thought genuflecting
Before St Wilfred
Another Unknown
Poet
Talk a good story?
Conceptualization, Doug?
You see what I mean?
The eye of the beholder
Hanging from a withered thread?
No! Much More colourful
Got you – Car Chases…?
More like Sunburst Finishes
& total silence.
Nuh?
Can’t quite see it
Unsettled all day
did not stick to anything
just keep seeing
Red Ruby Laudanum
she drives me out of my mind.
Calling anyone that!
~
Yea,
that’s the mood of the moment:
Scatty logical.
That ain’t even a haiku.
Lower than the lowest whim
Sarcasm for beginners.
~
Do I really wannabe straight?
Already made up.
Nowhere to go that
Comes springing to mind.
Shit on the telly!
It falls to someone…
*
Turn and turn and turn
Once more, Encore.
Dizzy Gillespie
Blowing up his own trumpet.
Eternal infernal yap.
Quell them disturbances.
slob dons long john-johns chthonic dressing gown crumbles down below (Harken! The Bells) truffle waffle kerfuffle muffled chronic iconic gin & tonic how ironic!
Two reds yield one dry black,
it did not touch the sides
(according to forensics)
Some Sicilian
Reno, Gino, fuck knows who
has taken up the Piccolo!
(well, scrub my rug!)
a fight for puff till
will surely ensue
resulting in the
death of bother or either.
Sicily is worth fighting for –
Just ask George Patton,
or Corleone,
sometimes Sinatra.
It’s quarter past three,
just Barney & Me,
the days closed right in,
with the rain and the wind
mistletoe grows
roots in my toes
flowers in air
I’m drinking my friend
To the end
Of a heliotrope
So no sun for my baby
And no sun for the road…
Shadow of the Ibex;
Billy & Nanny Chew Flesh;
Capricorn Lites;
Paddy McGinty’s Chainsaw…
Dontya just love them
Celtic Goat Stories?
Clunk it went when
Night fell
The hobnail in the stairwell
Since my booting accident
I can’t hear night fall
At all
Grimbeau 