Happy is the man who can bear the things he cannot change – Schiller
Each time insurgent
Wind surges spank opulent
crimson drapes and naughty
gusts arouse dormant
gooseberries on exposed,
soft wanton thighs all sigh
Lush,
chocolate ground juice
breaches ripe knapsacks,
glibly squirting,
soiling deep plush pile rug.
On
garish cushions we float maculate:
spoiled flotsam; jetsam of anarchy,
Two headed orphans
scowling quadrophrenes
brazen twisted Sisters scream.
Chatting small, enduring twaddle and passing comment on the news,
the wonderful weather, Ents and death trances, and
recent sightings of drunken old muckers puking on poodles
Every so often there are smartphone snapshots of dormant pets,
a dinner dance after a few, a flying saucer over Tesco’s,
the paddling pool in the back garden, and some baby humans.
During tales of goings-on in times past, the clock is seen, nattering over.
Down to brass tacks: hoovering, bed-making, tidying, graft, filling in forms.
Today I am torn between Albert Camus or Kermit the Frog: I sign ‘Dean Martin.’
…real but invisible,
defined but uncertain,
yesterday and tomorrow.
For forever and a day.
The sheer never, never,
Neverendishnessness…
…And you, fellow sucker,
And me over here, shallow fucker,
bob about in these
shark-infested waters,
Quints ready for the taking,
Bamboos and rubber Treeplants.
Our Zero is back.
Huzzah, huzzah…
Back triumphantly from Nodl,
festooned with laurels,
plaudits,
smelling of spring fresh mint and lavender thongs.
– Have a cigar!
– Thunk yew muchly…
Don’t tow:
Shell.
Wish like new comer: wash like an old comer
…say lurvee, say lurgair.
Life’s so unfair.
Weeps lots.
Drugstime;
coffee two.
Get down, hep kat!
Pickled pumpkin head in a Pipkin!
Whatever will they think of nexty next…
jugged hair, lungs tongues in arsenic, potted wimp?
Midday…
Morseless rain all morning,
Steady persistent, ruthless, insistent,
Yet sometimes relenting
snide off-pisser.
So…
We Diggers curse this argent,
quick drip liquid,
call it a gluttonous mire hawker
(and sometimes worse)
Then…
Plangent noon sun stops play.
An early lunch and cribbage
Approaches from the West.
As Buddha flies over the cuckoo’s nest.
A Vesta,
Red Swan Lucifer:
Sudden
Phiszfff!
Just like that..
Immolation.
Funferal fire.
Charcoal, butts,
And ashes
In a
Glass dish
Cum ashtray
Slow going, going slow, sigh blue, going round
Blow a bubble, paraffin and monocle, pursed lipstick lip
Bigger, jelly heavy bubble, floppy.
Heavy air: barometer finger low, rain and fruit
Plop!
On the rug, spectral petrol wobbles, see through puff-ball
Houses cypress frond
Watch, watch and…
Pop!
Blow another?
Laters
Let us pause for smoke and prayer…
Teeming sardines in the Arab Sea
A billion starlings over the Fens
Sensing food and predator.
Poor old religion gets another lambast
Courtesy of these withered digits
Hens in the back are revealed as angels,
a blackbird coyly juggles rats
Louche, pleasant, twisted opiate dreams.
The bayou shoulders slow magnolia
Grits for slow, big, muddy river that quivers
Magnificent regardful like a python
Weighing up the yearly weenie
…in the Jacuzzi of good and evil
Let me glide
as a Frisbee
Glides
the wild, mauve
yonderness…
feeding on
the plankton
on the event
horizon:
a vacuum
sucker of warm
lux skin flakes.
Hovering
Indigo
firmament
Get closer to the word machine.
Inside the hum and burr, that is
Can you hear it computing?
Now we get bones from fur,
when it is stem-celling.
Many furs die along the way.
As for the survivors, with training
the could become stamp cells.
Put them in acid for a few minutes and…
Bob’s your Uncle!
Grimbeau 