Kitchen joy beheld
Chocolate almond croissant
Warmed up under grill
Rinsed a greasy baking tray
Rescued a sausage courgette
Flavius Importunas
and witchcraft sandwich
Boethius Consolation
of Philosophy fairly
lit up the Dark Ages
the Harry Potter
of those Gothic Days
She said:
How does it feel to
Beef
Ed
?
Breathe in octave,
in one voice,
the celebration of the fungus,
sharp light on water,
a trout called esther williams
has parasites on its whiskers,
they say: ‘shave this fish, shave this fish’
and slip under a fan dancing turbine
off for porridge & smokies.
Over there observe
Fey wiry Mary Hartley
Confined to an upstairs bed
In a seaside bungalow
Waiting on a feted
Blue reunion
Summery justice
Life without dissipation
Sober as a smudge
She was known to have the wrong name,
(a clerical faux pas committed by Gerald
While eating a falafel after a
Good bollocking from Mrs. Godzilla
for being late in again.)
The corpse lived at No Fixed Abode
as did Wallace Pidgeon
the woman with her real name,
who rented the cellar.
It was all too much for Geraldine,
So, she just rifled the personal effects
for good pickings,
secreted them in the shallow,
nylon pocket of her too tight tunic,
pulled the sheet over the head,
and checked for recent texts.
Grimbeau 