Every morning while
jumping up and down
Call out the names of
those you wish the best.
Do any of them live with you,
in the same flat or house,
the same shanty town,
sewer, shop doorway, aqueduct…?
Or someone who won’t get up,
left their shit in your way,
left the toilet seat up, snores,
had their head chopped off,
talks endless twaddle…
No?
How very surprising.
Now
Have a Nice Day.
Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got
Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.
I toyed a while with Jeremy Kyle,
And took the lie detector.
I ate his face and it tasted vile;
My name is Hannibal Lector.
Lucinda Drama & Brian de Palma
Met up on the set of ‘Nice!’
‘Your face,’ she said
‘Is full of dread
And your head
Is riddled with lice.’
Mugg, the failed suicide, is escorted
to her coiffeur for a ruffle & snip,
natters, buns, and Tizer too.
She is weak of leg and mind, partakes
of unlethal foodstuffs;
prawn cocktail sausages,
bananas in anchovy sauce,that kind of thing.
When she insults the trees they turn away
knowingly, to whisper disapproval
to the concubine breeze.
Sympathy is like gas
and tears:
a finite
commodity.
this tin reads:
‘Open other End’
…Yours?
Plod-plod-plod-plod:
The quadroplod,
Cloppety-clops
Stopety-stops
Nods and winks.
Wrinks mordant
eyes, cataracted
with chimera,
fuss and blether.
Deaf posts, prattling
twaddle cannot
listen, chew, suck,
sneeze, shut up
or swallow down.
Tonnes
Of Sonnets,
One net son,
Stone nots,
Nests,
Onset tones,
Snot.
Soft font
Toff
Notes
On
Foxes
Sent
Off
Touched
by a film
of frost,
the chill
Cascades
Waspishly
from the fanlight
Squirts
Little nips
of morning,
Bikini weather.
Motorway
neuronal
city women
fret more
about how
they look
than fish do.
Pastel shy-blue,
sky-blue
Sky
evicts
beige clouds
Twenty eight thousand
Miles out there,
just now
A space boulder
passed
over my
Shoulder.
Way downstream in Sometime
Waters rose when spring tides surged.
How very dared I meet her then,
And brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lay down in the valley below
Where milk cows ruminous mull.
After hands work fields that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo toiled
Grimbeau 