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Pain Dance



Hiafflict  ME NOT  mockery

workyshy violets WITTER

no MORE milk today OK


so she say he say hearsay heresy of a heartfelt howl

I must turn way





& was it my luck to find this:
rave on Thom Gunn
serpentine dawn in fifty six
winkle pickled drainpipe ghost
rave on wine gravy shun
we say no-no Missus Minniver
& Walter Pidgeon pipe
off to California
undercover of the night




Lucinda Drama & Brian de Palma

Met up on the set of ‘Nice!’

‘Your face,’ she said

‘Is full of dread

And your head

Is riddled with lice.’




a place for us?


no place for us,


no place for us.

Take my hand

Sit and stare

Take my hand

Share your fear


We’ll find

a new way of dying

We’ll find

a new way of crying


No time,

No hope

No rhyme.

…it ain’t no sin

The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg


The deep, odd, shock of it hit me in the sun

On the shed path, marooned on a concrete crack

Freed up took in the scene, shocked, turned;

Trundled, older, balder, back up the ramp

Freewheeled, calmer, silent, down the ramp

Came to rest beside the stable table,

Tossed my hair (singular) in the blue breeze

And wiped the puss from Barney’s weeping souls.

The moo-cows are gone home to roast

No more mutinous idiots barge in

Decide to play this game of life to win


Head of

Head of

The essential difficulty with Mssr Grimbeau’s

pomes is  that they are crap & drivel




self-knowledge is

a wonderful thing.

A Bird: tender & anxious





What light

Through yonder

Window breaks?





A wayward



Called Deirdre


Or so I heard






Cloud cover.

giggle of spoon

on plate.

Dishing up dinner.

Smells sound

The Threepenny Bit Opera

Three generations of peasant women stand outside their stone cottage in Ireland, 1927

Coming up to six.

End of nice days

after tomorrow


for a few weeks.

Auric sun on pink wall,

new bronze age.

Savers saved,

survivors not.

So no cause for concern


Sufficient unto the day

is the evil thereof?


Ahoy! Sentient Being Ahead…

back 3

Over in the corner you make out a stranger,

you make out a stranger across a musty room,

and suddenly you know,

you know even then,

he needs a wheel and a chair, and a pen…

Send in the Drones

A honeybee (Apis mellifera)

Wasn’t that sick?

Are you aware?

Me lying dead on the ground,

You in mid-air.

Send in the drones.


Didn’t it miss?

How can they prove?

One who keeps tearing around,

One who can’t move.

Where are the drones?

Send in the drones.


Just when I’d stopped opening wars,

Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,

Making my entrance again with my nonchalant air,

Sure of my lines,

No one is there.


Don’t you love force?

My call I fear.

I thought that you’d want what I want.

Sorry, my dear.

But where are the drones?

Quick, send in the drones.

Don’t bother, they’re here


Isn’t it sick?

Isn’t it clear,

Losing my timing this late

In my career?

And where are the drones?

There ought to be drones.

Let’s get out of here.

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