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Tag: Journal
February 14, 2015
When Epidurals take Stock
Stumbled, hugged, slurped,
puffed the grizzly, mizzly
still born grim morn
Away with the furies,
the septic harpies,
the skivvying puggled blurb,
the chivvying, nagging
behemoth of claptrap and piffle
squatting in my gnomic canyon.
The limescale crumbles line the mug
The unicorn dismantles the cradle
The dish does away with the spoon.
Everyone chips in when
Push comes to shove
At the heel of the hunt
February 11, 2015
Black Sheep
Chill falls fast on fingers,
weighty air,
stark draught,
feet echo shiny,
clicks in corridor.
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Still, stall stiff on collar,
chiding air,
bark wrath,
face grotto slimy,
bricks in cellar door
February 11, 2015
Bust
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.
February 11, 2015
Roxy
Deep dark blue
Indigo Ink
Squids under
Black Seas
She crossed herself
hoping to die
how come she
ended up living
a lie?
A life sentence…
A death sentence…
A syntax of despair…
Quick smart snicker
Polka dot
Gypsy dancer
White skies
Kissed the red earth
Dying to live
Ended up dying
A truth
February 10, 2015
Carneval
Last night’s feast for lunch instead, postponed due
to pork pies. A Quiche! Bless you. Shrove
next Tuesday. Easter April Five. Another
forty days & forty nights wilderness.
Invert and live in lushious luxury!
The Jolly Messiah, rollicking cove
frolicsome, flatulent, Fallstaffian
Game for a laugh. Fat cross bum. Floozies seep
with laughter. Knickerpissing! Raus, Raus.
Crucifixion riot. Festival of the oppressed.
Why waste carnival on the cold months?
Turn the world upside down in Spring.
Letta tausand blumen blume…
February 10, 2015
Meat is Murderous
Goat’s eye moon subsides
Ruthless Heck cows run amok
Von Stroheim goes ape
February 8, 2015
Mod-Posternism
‘All the best poets are in advertising’
i heard a flanneur say
so i put him in the compost
and I’ll bury him in May
February 7, 2015
Opening Contraband to Steam Radio
scatty playful stuff
re-upholstered Chesterfield
smell of damp camphor
we gathered round to listen
to desert island dusk’s waves
February 7, 2015
Takes All Sorts
Some like it
Hot
Some
like it
Knot
Others
not
Some
like it
Hat
Some like
it
Flat
Others
Some
like it
Hut
Some like it
Shut
Some
like it
Hit?
Some
like it
Whit
Sun
Grimbeau 