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November 7, 2014

Brain Drown

Rockets!

All hail works of fire:

damp black squib,

sharp granite twig sparkler,

sponge finger taper,

wet gungey matchbox,

soft, soggy spunkless

lucifers,

sodden sodding sausages,

heaving heavy rain,

hard luck hector

hexen hemlock rain.

day done

dry on drowned land,

socks off, read psalter,

almanac,

miff & haul,

Bunion

a chapbook:

The White Knight’s Tale:

See

Shocking,

seedy likeness

So-so similar,

so samey,

so sad

sigh

So sleep,

slipaway,

snooze…

Withdraw worn warm

Under down and duck.

Sail away soon,

stuck for supplies,

charge taurus

up overnight.

n.b.

No blame us last words just now.

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November 5, 2014

Detritus

Deer Stalker slyer

Light rainless pyre

Sky dripping fire

Walk squeaky clean,

Black limousine,

Leaves squalid scene

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November 5, 2014

Home on Derange

Bay mare breeder, electric ether, head crazed

by on goings, sore to touch, touchily.

Tetchy little englander brought down to size

Colour, gender of choice, within boundless

Law: The Right of Light.

Torches rally, burn the beast, cauterize the earth.

Escalation, destination desolation:

regard slow time; report the truth; received

communication distorts, parts words apart.

Depart!

Darwin’s social agents popped in for a peep,

Pick up old confetti, soaping soft,

the right boys to do a boy’s job. Inside

a cringe (a swallowed outburst still emits gas)

and a barbed stiletto of rebuke.

They and I are hamstrung by pace, them too

much, me too little. Who is piggy in the middle?

The I of the storm The individual…

The news is abroad, I wish it well on

its journey to ignorance, words are so cheap

They are Free

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October 27, 2014

Watch Clock Watch…

Eight bells, sundown…

Molten golden idling gown, catch worm casts

shadow lampshades gloam, come dance this

light’s fantastical…

Remember whimsical?

Critical, you must do,

Momentary, exemplary, contemporary

fly toff fancy, impish man, cuneiform

zero: trousers inside underpants!

See small things fade insignificant, rhubarb

Leaf green mottle release sorb daub…One bell,

Mr Sundowner, that race is well run, just

glad it was when it was, time and place past,

inspired, the candle understands. Lights on…

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October 21, 2014

Pussy Cat Rap

Morning, blowy,

took a crap, dog came down,

took a crap, had a nap.

That was that.

Seconds out.

Up again, honour bound,

only sound wind

blowing round,

that was earlier

when I was churlier.

better now,

curlier, burlier,

furrier, purrier…

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October 19, 2014

Inch

Browse

pock marked pocket penguin

pictures

Traipse

Pendine’s Sands mortal,

Golden arrowhawks

Hold the knife that kissed Lucretia

one pearl morning in the garden

Taste

opal raindrops

on the counterpane.

When

the cap fits

Go and wear it well.

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October 6, 2014

Here Comes Everybody

Characters surge in teeming, broiling tumults

Who, what, where, what are they yarns compose

spun, weaved, forged, tempered, cast, distorted

drawing, and withdrawing breath

from titbits of storylines,

Here and there, then and now, you have

Upsizings, threats, strengths, and weaknesses:

absurdities, absurd ditties, odd ways and beings.

See all these in a blustered, supple,

yielding, ready-berried Rowan; or in a tumbril,

air, toccata, fug, or others mirrored Mindseyes,

especially on these severe, unsettled October days.

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October 1, 2014

Flying Chaucer

Touched

by a film

of frost,

the chill

Cascades
Waspishly

from the fanlight

Squirts
Little nips

of morning,

Bikini weather.

Motorway

neuronal

city women
fret more

about how

they look

than fish do.

Pastel shy-blue,

sky-blue

Sky

evicts

beige clouds

Twenty eight thousand

Miles out there,

just now

A space boulder

passed

over my

Shoulder.

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September 28, 2014

Florin

What’s the time on Dandelion?

Burning, yearning gravy waftings.

Wild Cries of joyful carwashers.

Five dimensioned rosehip cushes.

Who painted the lawn day-glow emerald?

A sporran in the night, a ptarmigan at dawn.

A creative with a sloppy bucket.

A mandarin blood orange.

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September 26, 2014

Few Steps

Four:

Real good sun out there.

No showers yet: no wind.

Loud Friday school’s out.

Will I? Won’t I

Have a cheroot: think about it.

Yeah, cheroot’s a good idea.

First, get out of this walnut trick.

A hard nut to crack from within

Let alone without.

Out

Back in

That was nice.

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n.b.

No blame us last words just now.