The cosmic chime of sub-atomic car clock
Inspired (drove) Samantha to yellow tears.
Fred Carnage clutched boiling plastic cocoa,
felt for her a lot: Why was that then ouch?
Bingo! It was Bloody Yule of course.
Her in fatigues sporting a bazooka,
he recalled, sipping with care…
The logo of Mothercare, in mist subsumed.
They shared the memory of a teenage pregnancy
A rollicking remembrance of a rampant ride for Fred.
The nightmare of an unmarked hospital grave for Sam.
Pull the curtains and reveal that wow sky.
Thin cloud sculpts a convalescent moon:
wondrous shivering sad silver presence.
The clouds permit this harbour of head space
Provoking basks to chill before dumb dawn.
Then watch through the fan window,
gaze past the submarine aerials and chimneys
and glimpse a fulsome face on Kerry’s mad coast.
Promenade across sad Bantry and stark Beara,
then southward to Baltimore and the big seas.
When bright dead and other sleepers cop this
they abandon calm: and bark wild with wonder.
Afternoon aftermath after
A tumultuous weekend of whisky
and wounds and lesions to self by self,
to self by others, and the rest of it as well.
Heavy warming windless afternoon of droning lawnmowers.
Food ingested, fish & eggs, onward and sideboard.
Sarnies & Pringlees, scabby knees’ ups…then
doppelbangers & yonyons! Feke daze in sum dazzling meddo:
krumpetities in transparent kotton; yum-yum;
mosskeytoes zip sharpish nippingly,
bugginuss as youshoe well: nerewhon gniog.
Strudelweissly hee hawed hiz whey Threwtown.
Heroin Sonnet (One line is absent!)
Vermont’s Original Bag Balm tin laments
a pair of glasses (snapped for advertising
porpoises!), the child’s toy tractor, green
gin trapped naturally: there is floral décor
garish redolent of that chocolate
box, or some Huntley & Palmer’s biscuit tin
containing uncut Ammanford smack?
They ran him in, they ran him down: Besmirched
his name all over town. Self-righteous lazy
solemn nonsense! So, all good things must end
in silence. They were wankers and they
knew it; and he, apothecary, James
E. Blewitt refused to play their silly games.
disseminate the creasote,
eliminate the soft soap,
perpetrate a bank job,
and don’t mess with canneloni beans
You’ve not to…
obliviate the blue note
denigrate an old scrote,
consummate a dead goat
and then defenestrate the queen
look at the sun
it’s great fun
make yourself blind
and then it’s done
darkness ain’t all bad
remember to…
make a resolution
to eat a rosicrucean
and celebrate confusion
and don’t go to sleep before your dreams
One more time!
Don’t go to sleep before your dreams…yeah!
An Optimist sees an opportunity in every calamity; a pessimist sees a calamity in every opportunity – Winston Churchill
I am waiting for a quote,
A Churchill quote, I
Came across earlier as I was looking at
Jobs for Freelance
Editors & Writers.
I am still waiting.
My computer is
Very slow. I
Call it Morse, and,
My other one upstairs,
The one for best,
Lewis.
Posted by Hesham Zakaria on LinkedIn on the site of Meshaal Abdel Kareem
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