Al Boley
fills gas
lamp mantle
a tin, eerie
bacolite mantle,
Woodbine romance
Shall we dance?
Syncopated Agatha;
Anglepoise, equipose,
Lachrymose quaques.
Crackle and ivory,
drum brush, Dapper Dan,
tuxedo, savoy, suave, class, pure class, lush…
rubber corsets on flaccid flappers,
inner tube condoms,
PJ Perelman, art deco, echo chamber
commemorations, abdications, league of nations,
pylon poets, silver screens, Teruel,
Abyssinia, King Zog, King Kong,
concierge, demi-urge, debutantes, ants-in-pants…
Popular Fronts, Fascist Cunts, Micky Mouse,
The uniformed doorman at the Picture House
Primo Carnero, Bonnie, Clyde, Lassie
Armstrong Siddeley, broken chassis
Spikes, louses, blouses, dames in trousers
Pathe Newsreels, nudists, sandalled Buddhists,
Caddying for Tony Locke, spats, Schneider Trophy
No nightingales in Berkeley Square, just martingales,
Big black beauty log, kind capsule,
lazy loving lozenge (cut in two),
small brown curly-headed baby,
fallow swallows and amazons.
once I found my love in a field of sunflowers.
Truly.
Silit Bang,
Easy-Off Bam,
Easy-off bang,
More Bing for you Bukkake.
General Flood:
You view sky releases
frog, pike, monkfish.
Recorded for Posterity
Short-term memory
surplus to need
He piped the music slow, careful.
Buzzing,
buzz, buzz, buzz
Not on my nose!
Don’t land…
Too late.
Freeze, Mr. Piper, or the nose gets it.
Sweatbeads: adrenalin: tremble.
Try a blow? Little up draught.
Macroscopia.
Make small big.
Blow responsibly.
Music is oozing from the nozzle,
mauve music magma.
Blow now!
Blew
Sting, recoil,
drop music funnel
notes splatter cake.
Eyes flood
Half blind.
Grab, miss, panic
cake on floor…
…nose throbs, cross eyes
purple lump.
Buzz gone, job done,
fact of life
We’ll begin at midnight
When you have time you have liberty
Apollinaire
Noon & Nixpence
Meagre sleep
in tranceful, graceles woe,
pursued by evil minded lambs,
surrounded by the hurt and hapless.
These things I sink below,
subsumed in dread.
This is the blue blue blues:
heavy fug,
turn world upside down,
shake it down.
dandruff and wonga sprinkle
earth skin, cluster and choke.
Bad air day.
Solace: not alone.
United we sit,
divided we lie.