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Here Comes Everybody

Adpool

 

Characters surge in teeming, broiling tumults

Who, what, where, what are they yarns compose

spun, weaved, forged, tempered, cast, distorted

drawing, and withdrawing breath

from titbits of storylines,

 

Here and there, then and now, you have

Upsizings, threats, strengths, and weaknesses:

absurdities, absurd ditties, odd ways and beings.

 

See all these in a blustered, supple,

yielding, ready-berried Rowan; or in a tumbril,

air, toccata, fug, or others mirrored Mindseyes,

especially on these severe, unsettled October days.

Conkering

wordsmoke

Conkers Season!

 chestnuts

teeter,

Awaiting

Prep.

Schoolboy  chill

Rites:

Vinegar souse,

Slow bake,

Skewer,

Twine

Lynched

Dualists

With crash-hats
begoggled

thin lipped

Engage

In phantasm
Sodium light,

venal

& splenal

grey crows

stooping prowl,

Panther black
foraging
poachers grumble,
sniffing nuts

lamped
in dreek

Soft copse

Food is Love

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Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got

Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.

Arrested Development

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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.

Luvvies

throng

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.’

Tin Speak

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this tin reads:

‘Open other End’

…Yours?

Airs & Greys

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Tonnes
Of Sonnets,
One net son,
Stone nots,

Nests,
Onset tones,
Snot.
Soft font

Toff
Notes
On
Foxes
Sent
Off

One Golden Moment

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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

Stomping on the Savoy!

Pinch, Punch!

 

 

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Cheroot in hand up

to the bidet-bog.

Down to

 

Lamplight:

candle lit,

curtained cave.

 

The news, the morning news:

 

Hong Kong Occupy (day six);

first Ebola in the states; 

15yr old girl off

To wed a warrior.

 

Sit and listen,

listen and sit,

sat idly

scribbling

morning drivel.

 

Back to bed or not? Not.

Wrote a sketch about

The flasher in the night,

Working title: Up the Boreen.

 

The work, the work!

Exhausting thoughts.

I’m tired. Day is dawning. Pull the curtains open.

…A girl has been found in a London river…

She didn’t make it.