Veronica Lake
…after a prolonged retreat
back in the sod-all,
back
to the ordure.
Like micky spillane
Complete with
A brain
In a drain
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Arts
May 24, 2014
Rope a Dope
And that, so it was, till now.
The journal arises
on Whitsun Saturday after a prolonged
jojourn in the land of the tetrahedrons,
inspelled by inchohol (how are things in inchaholy?),
in the leantime a beggar become,
so injured the risk of recovery is
now a threat, like church twice on Sundays,
or school
anyday
April 19, 2014
Blue Peter!
…here in pen if not in umbra.
Tea and a pea. A pea and a pee.
Tee tea and a Tee-tee.
A tepee. A PT109. Pete Bog.
A pea on a tee. Peaty Bog.
TP McManus. Tipperary
Tim. Peter Purvis…
April 18, 2014
Brooding
Easter
2014:
A
Risible
Epic
Is
On.
April 18, 2014
Forethought…Paws
Smart,
smug Smart Alec sat,
soiled by ibex ordure,
popping vindicates
at established fates.
Marquis de Plonqueur
Mozart Violet echoes
conch in Sea.
All is stop.
No ghosts,
(One did look!)
The door!
Is that a dog?
Would it, could it be?
Back from killing conies,
flushing out fat farm rats,
haring up hills,
racing gannets on the strand.
Yes, don’t be silly,
it was here,
it was her.
Fresh as the icy, blue zephyr,
that bid me: ‘How are Ye?’
April 17, 2014
Barney the Bolt
Jim brings
legal dose,
two bags full,
the dog bolts
the open gate;
found basking,
break dancing
on the rec,
chewing a rhea;
waiting for
a vacant swing,
some spare rib,
to be fetched back
here.
April 17, 2014
An Immodest Disposal
Go on, then, if you dare,
Rise up, Croppy Boy,
Glean sinister coin from those, Your Master’s Ouns.
Our spies inform us about your bloody business well,
So, we remain sanguine, aloof, sipping on sweet, iced Spritzers,
Before deploying these Howitzers.
April 17, 2014
DIY
Crimson Cuprinol,
sand fence,
cure and enjoy.
Rude
Health is
wealth,
all the bells ring
and whistles blow,
Geronimo…!
April 16, 2014
Vigil
Fuck me, afternoon choir!
Get out and get at it.
Wait…yes, an
Easternwind.
Just clout on.
Naked:
To the truth exposed!
Catch your death
Outside in that.
Stay in, smoke tabs,
keep warm and safe
from the Garden
Midnights.
April 16, 2014
Smoker’s Neck
Silence breeds lunchtime.
Tell tale signs:
Blue teeth,
Buboes,
Trombones
fetid Mind-Wort
Hyacynthia…
Up in Maine,
we bathe in Clover,
not Butter.
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