Cripes a Gull!
In a dank, mildewed grike the bells either
ding, dong, or dull.
The last spat of evening hedgelights the sward.
Then, in the blank of an eye and a
flicker of wee finger
we hear us considering the climate of Sumatra
(a place that should rhyme with tomato).
Things get dafter and soon after
we settle on Java instead.
comfy?
Lundy bloody Lundy!
porphyry purple
leopard:
gatefold freezing
under dowdy woolly blazer
bracing beside steadfast seaside
hardy Skegness donkey
Soft verse for the rolling on day
rich corpulent berries:
shiny cherries make windows for
the platinum moon
and smooth lies curse yesterday’s
setting sun.
Wormwood wore a wormward look
purple boots resent at leisure
trudging tough slow groggy mires
Orange sock hat Wormwood wore
On Sundays and bank holidays
she always wore orange socks
disseminate the creasote,
eliminate the soft soap,
perpetrate a bank job,
and don’t mess with canneloni beans
You’ve not to…
obliviate the blue note
denigrate an old scrote,
consummate a dead goat
and then defenestrate the queen
look at the sun
it’s great fun
make yourself blind
and then it’s done
darkness ain’t all bad
remember to…
make a resolution
to eat a rosicrucean
and celebrate confusion
and don’t go to sleep before your dreams
One more time!
Don’t go to sleep before your dreams…yeah!
Ineffable moments of bugbites:
nostalgia
Nettles and Dock leaves
Discarded cheap bleach bottles
No Orchids
A paper robe
Roentgen and Kropotkin
Dance in yellow fields
Of Rapeseed
And bananas
Anyfingoze:
honky-tonk Joanna,
purple pile alto…
Brute guster out on the Prairie Chook,
crimson tulip sunglimpsing behind wild rose
and gooseberry bushes.
Shag and Puffin simper,
Whirled without world thru the World,
harmless & homeless.
Mayfair millionaires fester in lambsmilk.
Moustaches buckle in the Martian breezes.
Megaratsingers flip baked beans in the crystal nightsun.
Weeds walk
and
troops Foxtrot on the lake:
Hunger is an energy.
Soft lions, some scions, and their gold entourage
mass and flux by limelight.
Warm panthers lap themselves with scourging tongues;
and tigers hide behind yucca and reed,
ready for a passing feed. Look it’s us
on our Persian excursion, riding on
complex Manchurian carpets, for the
destination of a supermarket soul.
Then
breaks clear, steady indigo day,
one star awake in the west, cautious
action on the horizon;
nerve
ends flapping on the wind, nerve ends
like underwater shrubbery,
waving and posturing,
sometimes
leeward bowing; sometimes starboard:
a massed rank of constant certainty.
I claim the right to dream in words.
Yesterday
afternoon I ate two
chocolate chip cookies,
the straws that broke the camel’s belly,
and now everything is blubber
& stool.
So, mind is unravelled, wild vermacello reasoning, synapses fizz, associations of associations. Angsty: funny to the left of, not quite centre, achy uncomfyvibe. Jolt of jilted jollyfellow. Banjo, ukelele, zither, mandolin slicers: Whoa- hihosilva. Away. Halt.
Restless & feckless; turnoverturn; hide yerears and snuggling sure, ssh, sure…
Recklessly & festlessly fetchingly and carryingly penly, paper, cup, and ashtray from chair to bed and back again, never sorted satisfactorily speaking. Saturdynite; Worzbirtheven; head sort ails; factor fix ion; lean back, more meat Ona! Quark and Lard, larkquard. Gilly-Mot: Milly-Got: Golly-Mit: Molly-Git Milly gotta gwilmon. Toot Aussea, toot? Molly git migly log gimly glimmily.
Can’t see the cross in the mindsigh!
Flora & fauna!
Spring, springful Spring!
Colours, poor favour; sunbusting, teeming, running, jumping, coursing spring. Lively up yourselves. Don’t be nod rag. Salalsocalls for soundsand noises: bell, ringtone, beep-beep, pause, beep- beep…gedditto. Puce and greymauve plinthlight cabled. Left lug picks up microwavesounds. Raviolin. Ra-rah-rah-ra…penumbral whatsitsname: hyperbolaparabolatombolaspinbola…the thing lampshades do. Raviolout. Tinkle-tap-softchomp. Bolasalad with; goods tart, goodstart. Goosed Heart, goose dart!
Pipes! They are those are the things that drains are made on: Pipes. Pipistrel just before dawn: blip eesgone:
‘Phew! Hunny I’m home: closecall with big orange thing. Coulda shrunk one up.’
‘Peep!’
‘Ist’
‘rell’
‘Pip’
‘is’
‘trell’
‘Pee’
‘Pisstrail’
Time to get feet up and head down hanging on upwardly: falling sideways dreams. Eastwestnorthsouthwestnortheastwards. Subtle snores. Peepistrell: Phipplepip.
Lurch Stop Halt. Wassup?
Grimbeau 