Still Life
On her veranda
a landowner
Exhales
…a gust of codeine cloud
On Parrot Woods West
where buggy water
sits stale
on crowded crow dead flats
a sun limps homeward
wounded in windless
sheeting mist
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: England
October 2, 2013
Oooh
DO.
wee
bark
DI
trash bin day dark
old metal pan sky,
scoured by grey blue sick traffic
air, hanging like a cowl or shroud.
Sky waits wind
to blow another shoulder
of squalor.
Dream: got up and walked away from
the dingy flint wall office;
going quicker,
just missing walls on corners.
I realize
I
am on a bicycle.
At the main road,
tourists wave from cars and campers.
I watch a couple getting horny
in the sitting room of the guest house,
I cycle in disturbing seated groups.
A small woman with tight knit jet black hair staggers backwards and falls
back
on a carpet upholstered settee laughing excitedly.
Roaming about,
people read papers.
We speak of what they are studying.
They drift off and out.
A
group are gardening for their board & lodging, pulling up shrubs and bushes.
September 21, 2013
Purgatory
_
Wonky-wheeled about with caution,
discovered prone Bloom, covered in
lampblack, penitently licking up,
almost lapping up, ancient grease
beneath my fridge. Toilet next,
then repatriation to the Lazar
Zones of Bongo-Bongo Land.
Abjection is the will of kippers…
must try harder next time, if…
August 25, 2013
Flight Path
Stumble on surf rockery.
Pigeons bedding down
After side-tracked flight:
Stacks over Staines,
Larks stuck in Gatwick,
Murderous crows soon
Gather in Luton;
Anger Roger Scruton –
Better get a move on.
July 24, 2013
Road to Tad
Tarmac patch water tower
wood stump clearing dip
and two
little double roundabouts,
flat binocular
white nipples
sullied by tyre smear,
skids, and fast
turning people
rushing to the bomb
plant past gypsy site,
through wood and common bends
and twists and dents
to the Falcon’s nest…
July 5, 2013
daylight robbery
dawn breaks on the bough
replacing weary night;
werewolf and dogman
return to their lairs;
and, we ride out
to snatch Tyburn’s necklace,
and plant it deep in
undiscovered clays
July 5, 2013
Piershow
comfy?
Lundy bloody Lundy!
porphyry purple
leopard:
gatefold freezing
under dowdy woolly blazer
bracing beside steadfast seaside
hardy Skegness donkey
June 20, 2013
Humpfrey
Bogart rides dumb waiter to Casablanca.
Greenstreet in fez and white suite whips flies dead.
We whisper secrets in the Fool & Bladder
The spies, Leech & Lamprey, eavesdrop us.
Landlord Russ Catt, Suffolk stone-licking champeen,
claims Henry the First once choked on this spot
in fourteen-fifty-three. Throbbing bulbous
bloodshot eyes are persuasive. Once he licked one
thousand stones in just one hour. Languid lipped,
pueumatic limbed, a gurgle ball of gungey
frogspawn in his throat. We departed when we
had heard him out feeling modestly pissed.
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