Good, that stopped the table wobbling!
Went out for a quiet garden moment,
just as I was warming in the soft sun
of early autumn, the army commenced
lawnmower war next door. Disappointed my
plans were scuppered, but undeterred to gain
nothing from my venture, I fetched the washing
from the line and back indoors, though failing
to spur the idle into action, I
consoled myself with the thought of green socks.
Bullets rain,
winds prance,
Cold suns rise,
firebirds dance.
Sirens wail,
beggars chant:
Honi soi qui mal y pense.
Reggie enraged, Pelvis, cakestand Pioneering joinery… all is envy all is bendy. Mortal coma fruitbat spreads fruitlice, fine toothed comb, fine tooth comb. A flux on all your mouses! …chikken scurry, funny money, the Emile Zola Pianola
What did he ever
do for me
John Fitzgerald
Kennedy?
What indeed! Stopped world war three –
that’s a start.
An indefinite postponement so far,
Certainly.
It would be very bad for business, it
was argued,
an argument that held water
with many,
a popular viewpoint among those
who knew who
John Kennedy was.
And for those who didn’t
A chance, an opportunity
to find out.
Precocious as a pre-fab sprout,
Faron Young plus thirty-three.
The hour: the one before the darkest,
Clock the dour, prudent, tourist jurist
loping slowmo from zero to one,
distilling memento mori ad hoc.
Just like a Rigoletto really,
or a cigarillo nearly, huffing,
Puffing, somewhere in the night.
Despair? Moi, Nah.
Diamond
Despair says:
Some say Ebbohla
Others Eebohla…
What is it?
We are told nothing
Never, nevvah, no…
Self combusts
On Live Telly
I slip into
Warm solace
Light a fire
On the floor
Before me
Invention
Is the child
Of
Free play
I toyed a while with Jeremy Kyle,
And took the lie detector.
I ate his face and it tasted vile;
My name is Hannibal Lector.
Grimbeau 