Where was the spoon?
The Spoon – the fucking spoon!
Water was running,
Loud and constant
running water
You left the fucking tap on!
He could just make out the familiar, nasal tone.
My eyelash is awash with milk suds
Not quite a froth
Clambering from the cereal bowl
Was arduous hard
Like pond weed
And gypsy tart
The smell of sweet rancid butter
elicited hysteria throughout the herded.
Hecate’s cheesy rumours proven true.
Jack Rumplewort’s doing –
the craven emasculator –
Up to his old tricks
at last
Serendipity!
Memories remember truths
Photographs reserve
The right to disregard
Heat seeking damson Frisbee
When Adam delved
And Eve span
Who was then
A Caliban?
With Finger gone off to quench a thirst
And the Nursery Slopes powdered by fine talc
The prufrock afternoon spreads out like a coma
Anaesthetized upon a fable
Aesop withheld from release
On allegorical grounds
Big words
Like Doppelganger
And Psychopath
Butter no
Parsnips
Woke in satanic
Disarray
Head left lolling on carpet
Overflowing tumbril nearby
Recurring nightmare
More daytime television
Born on Bastille Day
Somehow inevitable
Both folks Irish Republicans
Marie Antoinette Dignam
How she hated cake
so did her parrot:
Madame Guillotine
Lutes
Madrigals
White & black
Gulls
Lulls
Culls
Hulls
Trawl
New
Deeps
A new thousand Fear Reich.
Open vista #9 – Closed for reparations.
Glass Onion luminaries stare at ship’s decanter:
Sense data, Alma Mater,
Seed potato incinerator:
Sub-geranium angstrom tunes.
New era music:
Jerry Lee Lewis…
Stumbled, hugged, slurped,
puffed the grizzly, mizzly
still born grim morn
Away with the furies,
the septic harpies,
the skivvying puggled blurb,
the chivvying, nagging
behemoth of claptrap and piffle
squatting in my gnomic canyon.
The limescale crumbles line the mug
The unicorn dismantles the cradle
The dish does away with the spoon.
Everyone chips in when
Push comes to shove
At the heel of the hunt
Grimbeau 