Hils
Hilary Clinton
drops by suppertime
tinned sardines on toast
Masterchef:
Ivor Cutler bangs one out…
women of the world take over
if you do not the world will
come to an end
it will not
take long…
‘You guys!’
she
chuckles
‘We make
love
&
peace’
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Magic Realism
March 25, 2015
Scram Bell
Minister of Musicians,
new war dance teacher,
once knew my father…
Showered, creamed, slithered,
hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…
Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter
little book of shrugs
sanskrit aubergine eggplant
histrionics
took fizz codeine med
brain dead inebriation
small town called chicken
do you like your eggs
sunny easy side up over
boiled poached benedict
March 18, 2015
Eggset Stun
Stark naked park oak
Bronze burns amber sundown
White copper glare
Traffic blazes slowmo trail
Sparkler impromptu squiggles
Embossed on slow retina
Fading as the day does too
March 5, 2015
The Myth of Chatwork
a proverb
shared
is a
proverb
halved
March 1, 2015
Vishusss…(hit me with a flower)
So we cut the abstract,
not like light or mayhem
See that, I missed it too
Perhaps it…no
Don’t fall for that
Luxury
Turn off the light.
Shan’t see now
Angels
This is you and me
Once immediate
Like a memory
Of
Important lightning
February 28, 2015
Roadhouse Chic
Midnight:
The Noasis Lounge
Steel water side
Mercury safe
Clandestine
Legumes
Smoke
Slow vermillion
endoplasm
Indigo
moonlit spook
glides homeless
rest rooms
weeping
stones
February 25, 2015
Wonderfield
Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
February 24, 2015
Gloamtime
ethereal sight
companionable silence
day gives thanks to night
February 20, 2015
The Borrow
Golf girl plumb potty
flipped clean absent trolley
on treacherous pin
February 17, 2015
Cabaret Rusticana
The smell of sweet rancid butter
elicited hysteria throughout the herded.
Hecate’s cheesy rumours proven true.
Jack Rumplewort’s doing –
the craven emasculator –
Up to his old tricks
at last
