Moderngasm organism, wheeze and
puff: chaosmos indeed. Reality
is something to be read out loud at night
to sleeping cuckoos and sparrowhawks.
A zephyr throws the yellow post-it to
the floor…’Sunder; shags; Jacquerie: Blumenfeld.’
Worramess by Wotan.
‘…Do not take your hand out of the fire.’
He took his hand out of the fire. He did it every day after he was told not to. One day he will not be told and he will burn.
Fat Neighbours Incident
‘oh, I say! Aren’t you fat?’
Inflated silent rage and…
‘Pot Black’
A shot rings out, the lawnmowers stop.
‘I don’t understand’
A cryptic slaughter.
So, farewell then, Ray Manzarek
Baroque’n’Roll Pyro:
Vox of Reason
Of Strange Doors.
Cremation?
Special Friend.
He was known to live life dissipated:
Gambolling in crazed buffonery,
Guzzled half a modest brewery.
When his liver, bored, emigrated.
My Uncle Head was steadfast and insistent:
‘Feed me!’ he yelled ‘Til I’m wild euphoric.’
For a pint of gin, no tonic: chronic.
So immaculated homeward: distant.
Ten Afton and a quart of Barleycorn,
stern tea and two, too loud radios
Unwelcomed him the very next morning
as he dimly recalled Jack de Mannio,
gave up on a shower and yawning,
levitated outsidewards to soil the patio.
Back inside he trawled in his shotaway head
and dredged up from its slum, the aviator,
Louis Blerio, who, a century and
one day ago, fetched lobster thermidore
and ate it for breakfast on England.
Head sloooshed a tuft of dog and considered
The perilous return voyage while his liver withered.
Ineffable moments of bugbites:
nostalgia
Nettles and Dock leaves
Discarded cheap bleach bottles
No Orchids
A paper robe
Roentgen and Kropotkin
Dance in yellow fields
Of Rapeseed
And bananas
Grimbeau 