Live in spite of spite
Ways of seeing ways of being
Standing on your head
Head on backwards to the front
Pictures at an Inhibition
Defoliated cities bid good
Riddance misanthrope
Wolfing down cadavers
Post nouveau cuisine
Based on an original
Recipe for disaster
Zillions like on Arsebook
Good monks carry machetes
Concealed in nasty habits
wind diminishes
lull before Xmas Eva,
background to a halt.
Spanish blood & gold reprise,
armada to civil war
shop soiled shoe left out
forgot
on street show rack
overnight.
rough insomniac tries me on
gruff sinister monoped
tried it on about three am
but put me back unhappy.
I pinched his toes (hopping on
stilettoes is comedic )
…
could do with a good
wipe clean
but I bet it’s
throwaway time.
big new boxes arrived today
brought in by the miserable
zero hour sales team
New Spring Collection:
my show days here are numbered.
soon price bin bucket
recycling or help the aged
…
my colour (shocking pink)
clashes with Dexter’s
who has not been out of his box for weeks.
I am weathered, faded
so we are sure to get scrapped,
made into god knows what
who wants sullied faded shoes?
perhaps little girls playing
lipstick and hair games
like mummies getting pretty
Clocks gone on a
head casing up joint
incognito
sussing lie of land
what lies up ahead
red injuns
renegade hands,
banditos,
plumbing and heating,
local custom and practice,
pros and cons of microclime,
none but the brave
Audie marching as to war,
To protect and serve
Pagan place of safety
Dick the Third
Re-interred, Leicester
grand hub central station burial rites and rugger,
carve your name proud snide:
Joe Orton.
Leave the poor old bugger
Alone now
Break.
Woke in satanic
Disarray
Head left lolling on carpet
Overflowing tumbril nearby
Recurring nightmare
More daytime television
Born on Bastille Day
Somehow inevitable
Both folks Irish Republicans
Marie Antoinette Dignam
How she hated cake
so did her parrot:
Madame Guillotine
Lutes
Madrigals
White & black
Gulls
Lulls
Culls
Hulls
Trawl
New
Deeps
A new thousand Fear Reich.
Open vista #9 – Closed for reparations.
Glass Onion luminaries stare at ship’s decanter:
Sense data, Alma Mater,
Seed potato incinerator:
Sub-geranium angstrom tunes.
New era music:
Jerry Lee Lewis…
Working away at this old stone,
older than you or I,
older than the hills,
the sea,
the sky.
A chip here, a scrape there, turn
it round assisted
by a cast of thousands,
starring Rock
as Itself.
#1
What kind of fuel are you?
Wind, she replied,
What about you?
Paper
#2
When do they beguine
The beguine?
After the
…
#3
The night had
A thousand
Eyes
Ouch!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
#4
Nights in White Satin:
Freezin’
#5
Young and green
Only seventeen
okra
#6
Who let the dogs out?
Who let them
in?
#7
And now
The end
Is
Here
Grimbeau 