What did he ever
do for me
John Fitzgerald
Kennedy?
What indeed! Stopped world war three –
that’s a start.
An indefinite postponement so far,
Certainly.
It would be very bad for business, it
was argued,
an argument that held water
with many,
a popular viewpoint among those
who knew who
John Kennedy was.
And for those who didn’t
A chance, an opportunity
to find out.
Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got
Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.
Mugg, the failed suicide, is escorted
to her coiffeur for a ruffle & snip,
natters, buns, and Tizer too.
She is weak of leg and mind, partakes
of unlethal foodstuffs;
prawn cocktail sausages,
bananas in anchovy sauce,that kind of thing.
When she insults the trees they turn away
knowingly, to whisper disapproval
to the concubine breeze.
Sympathy is like gas
and tears:
a finite
commodity.
Clouds bed
down easy
The chooks
make hush,
Throttled,
twoggled:
Nessum
Dorma
Chicken
Korma
Talk is Buses:
Pubic transport
Greenline fine?
Not grotesque
But Divine
Bacon & Egg
on White,
Celestial
choir sings,
Quarry versus Man.
‘Let any among you who is without
stone,
cast the first sin.’
Sanhedrin rules apply, Oscar.
Heads off
for Harper.
Rock Kasbah.
Whiten
Sepulchre.
Breastfeed
Granite Post
Office Party
Pooper
Do you bathe or shower
in words?
In this fast world you shower,
don’t you?
A swift run through,
break a world record,
cusses,
blew it
dropped
All-in-One.
Precious moments
lost to the clock.
The unborn wait forever.
Days gone grey cloud shrouds.
Not the end of the world, you know.
Beeps off.
Lamplight on.
Mood: Satanic.
Push back cloth cap,
stand on one leg, dodgy ankle,
gaze at yew tree, feel the cold wind,
pack up and go off to no good.
Walk and chew
and suck the graves
from your black nails,
tongue and swallow
a bit of grit.
Spit.
A car goes by.
Lights just go on.
Bins out tonight:
Recyling Day.
You’ve got to laugh.
Goes with the job:
A graveyard wit.
Lemon
grass haze
on meadow
tulips lose matt
sable edge,
shrews thrive well
fatigued:
the world is wet with war.
A sleep in three parts,
rounded by a
wireless.
Two comforts:
liquids out
&
liquids in.
kidneys
bashful
flushed
Grimbeau 