No more routinely ruptured mornings –
Quite a happy prospect!
‘…Nora seemed dead on leaving.’
Meaning Wot?
Everyone is blessed: half-dressed.
Trussed and preyed on that one for another day.
Tricateurs with Secateurs;
Kiss my anus, Janus;
Facebook guttersnipes,
fishwives swimming in shirk infested waters.
We do not do blood.
Dog day lies
undisturbed
by passers-by,
thick fur treacle
sweat insists upon
cold cider –
The menthol cheroot cure
Succours
Absolution
Rain, sultry rain.
Opaque grapes,
leaden sky fruit,
burst on copious,
oil dark
plush olive,
swooning,
spaded,
luscious leaves.
Three chirrup
kaleidoscope toucans
tenderly engage
a dopey puffin then
hunker down within
the livid dense canopy
to share a light
repast of slender wafers
over a convivial round
of knock out whist.
Tuesdays,
no matter the weather,
is Housey-Housey,
a rainforest favourite
throughout the ages.
Beastlings from yards
Around always
Attend
I
am
Blessed of
A
Multi-
Personality
Disgorger:
What about you?
The caliph & the caliphate
Arranged a secret dinner date
Near Toulon, in the south of France
Called ‘Honi soi qui mal y pense.’
Some things
one finds
are too
personal
to put in to words,
or any other form,
they are
incommunicado
and will remain so
until the cows come home
or hell freezes over
…And,
on the right
The Tarpeian Rock
there,
Romans cast
their
Bankers off
Too sad to write,
wash my quill in saline
then candle quash.
Thrift shines,
lights the copper scuttle carving
a giant shadow
on hearth
matter
Fickle
Shadows
Juggle
quick, startling sun spores
A spook of
Ions
Coalesces
to unveil
Jasper Bush
Shadows juggling
in quick suns
adumbrate
potentates
and
pomegranates
we speak
lushly
amongst
dour
selves
Grimbeau 