Midday at the oasis
Watched civilisation end
No milk came today
Eleven o’clock onslaught
Autonomous movement
Of the non-living
Equestrian statuettes
Prance macabre pirouettes
Strung out on redeye
Monday teatime debacle
Pollutes dusk’s tranquility
High time for a shower
Contribute to drought
Bravado, bravura, gusto, pesto, Monte Bisto…
Playthings of the Western World
Cocky. That’s the word—
Cocky.
Panache & aplomb
I grant you, rarely palatable
in very small doses.
~
Turn off, drop in, chill out…
Clive James back on the acid
Tongue-lashing vitriol
Not a pretty sight!
I’m late, I’m late; for
a very important date
sea change in self-esteemery
clinging onto flimsy scenery.
~
Sprinkle of
nacreous sky soot,
scant exotic powdering,
brisk flurry of snow
more like dusting or sprinkle
alpine dandruff—
air pollution probably
(thine first exchange of the day—
four hours just being in time,
pottering, sitting, staring,
listening, scribbling, smoking,
stretching, worrying, sighing
catching myself on
Doing me incidentals
mindful after the fashion—
boring ‘ere innit?
What you got?
Coffee
&?
Home entertainments
To pass away
Spend time with
Total abandon…
Preoccupation:
Snow, Snow, Snow…
Silhouette lighthouse strobes
Quick, quick slow flashes
Edward Schismhands
Working double quick, quick slow
The Sabre Dance delivers me
Into lofty ruminations
Shaggy dog stories
Fake Jews, Sheiks & Soundbites
Is you fit for public consumption? Yes
Would you pay to read it? No
So why mention it?
Kills time I suppose
Inbetween pressing engagements
With banality, frippery, frivolity
Vive la Brac-a-Bric!
Midday
Starving. Neck
aches bad despite analgesics, just Poll this morning.
Did crap.
In a heavy head. Read a chunk
of nodule, looked things up.
Caecuban triumph plonk!
Salian piss up.
Forked tongued
double Dutch caps Cleo’s aspic act. Horace Norris changes trains of thought.
After eggs and passing clouds drowsy.
Whooo o o sH!
s-Sou’ wester bell owS
quiNnquireme galley
Oil laMps dervish wildly
funk embracEs golden hunks
Red jelly oOzes…
soupspill orates Orestes
Splo Ooos h a H aha!
Scalding hot boIling pot
Fair stood fair Viol aH
Hispaniola…meanwhile
Sinister unidexters tweak
gO-oglies & chinAmensch
spin delirious yarnsees
…
A Bernie* for Buck House
Queenie gets to stay
& as for the rest—
Make ‘em an offer
dat day cant refuse*
beware geeks leering gits
…
*One million pounds sterling (Bernie Eccleston size bung*)
*Sweeteners, inducements, gift-horses
*Trash
Clear blue skies fuse hues
Crimson fuchsia radiates
lime yellow forsythia
scintillates sun gilded shrubs
wet mercurial paths comfort
shrinking troubled puddles
summer’s best laid plans
love apples cast asunder
fast forgiven learned blunder
as chance would have it
thick tar cable does
the job of a horizon, shut your
left eye everso tight
and you
can frame
it all in just one go
clean
elongated myopic oblong
careful to include twigs
close attention to detail-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile faith in the lawn
of unforeseen consequences
mildew gilded boughs,
enlightenment infant sun,
bronzed and crystal clear.
The winter berries perished
in the spring storms,
rats got eaten up
by cold-hearted old stock doves,
or washed down weedy culverts
flapping about yelling in vain
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the unknowable
Let’s talk about Rex,
Maybe
let’s talk about Zoo
& Tree
let’s talk about Soul
Zimbabwe
Dali Cointreau Jacques Tati
let’s talk about Rex
Only here for
the stark typeface of
the meagre Eiger protocol
Everything I write
trims dirge & malady
Soft shores ruffle shuffle deck
Fat archipelagos
Bulging condos banish light
Patchouli Shadows gag me
Sandal wood like Natalie
Bobbing serene as incense
Under golden gate
Nascent strange forboding
Corner of an eye
Bumptious flaxen hair
Sad airwaves collide midstream
Stringless kites describing circles
Early to bed after liver
& bacon extravaganza
Twenty four hour surveillance
Dawn brings no great surprises
Just more baleful cornucopia
Widdershins becomes today‘s
Buzzword by default
Money does not grow on trees
Comes as a shock to hedgehogs
Fifteen minutes thrum
sat broody top blue duvet,
hatching awesome eggs…
inscrutable hors d’oeuvre.
Get the lift down primed to go.
Wash away the evidence.
A gulf of crusted vanished years
Grimbeau 