Turdrum
Just you and me then
Two faces pressed on flax
Punchy—
Can’t see straight
contorted by parallax
panoptical contusions
other big words like turd
Grimbeau
Scroodles
July 9, 2018
July 8, 2018
Apricockerollie
A funny thing happened the other day, but I missed it.
Troy fell again
it appears
It barely got a mention
With all that was going on
Round here
What with the weather changing
The permanent fishy smell
The limping gormless misfit
~
As a ballerina in transition
from one side to other there is one question
I get asked above all others
And that is
‘Have you met with much resistance?
I can say hand on heart
‘Little’ without fearful contradiction
But I care not a jot in my summer frock
Running amok
fetching Apricock
July 7, 2018
Incidental Muse
In a dream I spoke with the Cyprus-born,
And said to her,
“Mother of beauty, mother of joy,
Why hast thou given to men
“This thing called love, like the ache of a wound
In beauty’s side,
To burn and throb and be quelled for an hour
And never wholly depart?”
And the daughter of Cyprus said to me,
“Child of the earth,
Behold, all things are born and attain,
But only as they desire,—
As luck would have it
the goddess of love pitched up
out of the cerulean
blue earthenware amphora
I grabbed the opportunity to inquire—what’s gives
with the aching
burning throb in the
little toe on my left foot,
She had a look & said
Look here manchild, desire’s in there
pulling the strings
Believe me.
Take my word for it,
I really do know about these things.
Desire, huh? I just thought it was
a hen’s eye corn
giving me the run around
“The sun that is strong, the gods that are wise,
The loving heart,
Deeds and knowledge and beauty and joy,—
But before all else was desire.”
July 5, 2018
Robes Pierrot
glossy plump white milking legs go on downstream forever young : at heart hobnobbing hoc polloi are as good as it gets mate forever young : a tart fire eaters are merely clandestine salamanders for ever young etat
July 5, 2018
Smoke on Our Walter
Be bedazzled bot by the clumbrous pongs
rising unmoonlily from the jimcrack froth—
plumscrumptious filo pockets crumple sofa titbits
— enter stooge stage left bearing firewood & chippolatas
grinning from leer to leer (flashing black gnashers) —
ickle rood riding herd after three hard daze at the orifice,
slathering sweatshop slavver, rectal bleeds (occupational hazards)
meet someone’s needs— redundant runcible spoons for example—
f-f-fictive day doodles crayonise blank sable screens
(Yawn long to fill the gap- gap)
Removal men in socks pad about warily in fear of chicken neck complaints (knights of the goiter no doubt)· some things best left- defiant marjoram will not be sorely missed – pastures new neatly tonsured bridlepaths and rat runs.
Begins a torrent from a shifty rampage? Methinks prefer not to think not just in case.
Monsoon babies know the score do-dah do-dah
Monsoon racetrack eight miles high oh-do-da-day
Dawn on the fourth of July, opaque or what!
What! No Quips?
July 4, 2018
Recipes for Disaster Broth
First turn upsides downside out inside out baby belladonna chili eyes
spliced broccoli main brace trunk squeezed sesame oil pressed down deep pan toast hard & fast
peel sweet field fedora mushroom saucers,
ignited seven noble stout courgettes, vine tomato,
garlicky sticky sesame vestal virgin olive juices.
grass snake napalm jalapino agent orange turmeric roasted beef tomato
& pygmy pooka lime of zestful xenophone
quilted chorister jester converts handful hairy haricots inverts
afore ye go go go auld oche eye dai cum noo scram jabberwok newt won ton
July 4, 2018
In the Dark: Barefoot
Those feet are not mine
Not my feet for sure
Are they your feet?
Yours sincerely’s
Or someone else’s
hand me downs
July 2, 2018
Comfy
fingers fish out oven chips
mushrooms skirmish aubergine
berserkers stroke fat scallions
moonwalking in the moonlight
profound wart heretical rave
from the crouton to the grave
—we will make you comfy
Humphrey enjoys tenderness
Nectar and ambrosia
In manageable portions
July 1, 2018
Pangolin
I am an ear—
one of a pair, two of a kind,
three of an
afternoon…
Desecration time tolls out
Rental floss and toothpaste, gargling
wrong civilisation displaced in them their parts,
go sit still in the sun & absorb some rays of golden naff
Truth is
Got stuck thrusting by the window indisposed to expose caressing frozen post sacrums
— you are only here twice so best crack on with it.
Returned from astonishment unwound down,
a camembert electric cuckoo clock dripped nine,
so much for your handiwork
From the cradle to the groove exult lost country wiles
like ice cream ate with sabres
or playing twister as they buried the foetus in the slurry
One to three for five
sick seminate won two tree
four fife stick heavens gate sundown
treefall light stick elevate
June 24, 2018
Cheek By Jowl
Just you and me then
Two faces pressed on glass
Punchy—
Can’t see straight
Blinded by proximity
Grimbeau 