just as I stormed out
(stories of abrupt
departure & failed
reunion make up
this – my stock in trade)
all anguish became
fear & suspicion
(once again the guilt of the
victim who has always had
enough)
~
The only blood spilt
was as ever mine
yet I was in the wrong just as
ever I was before for as
long as I could remember
~
There were my motives
always questioned and
wistfully approved by those
who held the sway over things
at that particular time…
(to be continued…)
…educated right hand
toyed with me but briefly
before easily putting me down
with a dismissive squib
and a scintillating boat
hook that landed me sparko
on the seat of my scruples
— did not see what that was
coming for the life of me…
anyways flattened him good
in the third with a lusty
left upper ignoramus
wiped the smarm off
his valentine in a jiff it did…
silent movies on tv, just subtitles and soundtrack:
you are your own narrator, sat glued to your box, making sense
Somewhere Grace is sipping her morning Soave
shakily through a barbershop straw
recalling the warm thrall of Séance on a Wet Afternoon
hatching sub-plots for new crypsis
Next door a cynical foetus lurks
Listening to Statesboro Blues
Enraptured by womb thoughts
‘Meeting myself on the Way Back’
Repeats like film noir
Primo Carnero
Doffs his coxcomb
Syncopates fancy knotwork
Crying in a pisspot
full of contorting lugworms
Time is a great paella
Dunshaggin’ reads the legend
On the y-shaped coffin box
Crack! Crushed a sequin
Silver sequin embedded
Moonlight blue table cloth
Blew a dream to smithereens
Heavy handed oafish clot
Butterflies crushed on cartwheels
Like Wilfred Hyde Whyte
With a sledgehammer
Dolores del Rio
Slept naked and light
Under a mosquito net
When the howls started
Red ants enveloped her
Wading defiant ravenous
Steadfast as Durutti columns
About her omphalos
Lapping crass molasses
Slow high thin black cloud
Bisected the fulsome moon
As a cut throat razor rent
Her mindseye’s worst nightmare
Of being eaten alive
…after a prolonged retreat
back in the sod-all,
back
to the ordure.
Like micky spillane
Complete with
A brain
In a drain
Grimbeau 