Midday plus five.
A Flowering, fading allure.
Too superficial?
No, just indolent.
Interminable inertia.
Every step you fake…hurts.
To thyself be true.
Church organ words.
King James Bibbles…superscribbles methinks.
Dated?
Yes and no.
What you get raised on ennit – like mashed potatoes.
They never go out of fashion, do they?
…Or krill if you are a whale.
Are you really what you eat?
The Mind boggles.
Change tack,
Bypass likely
Maelstrom
A cooling breeze
up here
on the dark side
of the sun:
bins rumble
sleepily,
need a feed,
or do I?
Dander up,
Dumbo down…
float like a
gutter fly,
sing like a flea.
Get shorter!
Elmore shores
in the mean
streets of heaven,
mixing it
with the Inquisition:
‘Who hid the Remington?’
‘Peter the Punter.’
Eyes dry
savages muzzled
in dense desert
whirlpool,
vortex,
abyss,
bliss.
Terse nerval Ermintruder
Grunts and moves on.
Rambling yak cheviot.
Hear that harp!
Whisking up
A maelstrom
Grimbeau 