Mythology
As constellated
Jason and the Argonauts
pay their usual
Ritual
Xmas visit.
The dog will not drop the stick.
Perhaps upstairs
is the best
Place for me just now.
Either that or a
cross country run in slippers
As constellated
Jason and the Argonauts
pay their usual
Ritual
Xmas visit.
The dog will not drop the stick.
Perhaps upstairs
is the best
Place for me just now.
Either that or a
cross country run in slippers
These
mindful
circles
you move in
move in you
move in me
Can you
see your circles
move in me?
No!
nor can
I
We are
thus
safe
Dawn skyline silhouette
Centrefold cardboard pop up
charcoal rooftops part
Exposing awesome schism
Giant rocket gone to seed
Oversees gurt grey divide
Totem hides taboo
Purple sprouting broccoli
Also springs to mind
Thing and winnowy
Long bolemic pins
Dangle down half-heartedly
Look stronger than this close up

donned wrong slippers two lefts no right (man cannot compete with the gods) shines not the light of openness, hark the herald angels sigh
open the box of trad vibrations lost the lid in the mad rush, the crush of expectation, paradigms hide agendas under pretty paper
tribal elders sip cold beers and reminisce about the circumstances that nurtured the hair brained to utter in the first place
continue reverse shift key from bad to sad greeks bearing gifts of twinkly stars every time we said good bye until the last
perversely mixed with liguini fritters & hidden malice the garotting takes on a new light glory to the new born thing
Took some zippo
liquidated sound seven:
abstracted coffee
come eight.
Walked allover his
wild side
utilitarian fine tooth
soma left: no burn unsalted.
declined shattered sunflower
She said
Holly’s late
Watch the ersatz light
Reflecting starboard
Honour bound to succour
Day becoming night
Faff with naff gadgets
Eschewing tuna mayo
Dreaming high seas calabrese
Charming orange runes
Amaryllis niceties
Bent over backwards
To please the undeserving
Chasing shadows constantly
Dark December days
Half-Six is the new midnight
Feel submission creep
Torpid longshore drifting by
Dull indolent dynamic
Go light a candle
White wax lyrical yellow
Life enhancing sun
Sucking on a nostril
Appeasing my foe with
overzealous and thus
insincere, boorish
thin disatisfactory
reassurances. Bowing
scraping my most sincere
commitment to non-violent
intervention at this
watershed in the process.
Well, what d’you reckon they made of that?
Sage and prudent, perhaps
A bit gushing, retreat
In the face of hassle?
Then again there may be
Ideological or
Theological blocks.
One cannot discount
Sheer cowardice in
The face of the enemy.
Then there is the absence
Of teeth to be taken
Into consideration.

matters of style and technique, approaches, points of view and sacred, boxed in genre put me right
first thing in the morning. Most days listen for a convenient excuse to be deterred and wonder why you feel desperate and frustrated!
Last night was the coldest of this year. All the vulnerable people are dead. Time for a new start— sounds harsh,
that’s the way the cookie crumbles when posh comes to shove. I look forward with rage to the slender frozen sea and contemplate the seasons
try not to be such a smartass playing with stolen uranium or Persephone will hang around for long, infertile weeks
dialogue is all you have in an oral culture, says the radio to itself and move on to what’s trending on social media
the Scriblerus Club convenes on the Mall for its Festive knees-up and annual not much to report but Grenfell now