Sleepy John Sideways
leftsides, cocooned, pilled,
double egged, buttered, toasted
snoods with paddies, void of form,
contactless, warmgloved, burbling
fungus imp blooms via
lenseless nosepinchers,
splatburst on malmet axminster,
pile or wanton called by siren
earthpull bells.
Another bitty night, the wind’s to blame,
the Ham, the game, the Cheese, they all took part,
but did not do what you did, Maria…
You sly one, you twisted, silent, deadly sister
Due to your emission, I will suffer
endless tumult and derision and you will
live to lie in pastures new as if butter did not melt
Guts are a bit choppy, the wind’s to blame
I explain to the assembled throng who
Conclude it was me, not you who caused the pong
Now, simpled, feeling a complicit tool
You play it Cool, queen the art of cool,
woman’s grudge is women’s definition,
Powder your nose, pass the ammunition.
Morning, blowy,
took a crap, dog came down,
took a crap, had a nap.
That was that.
Seconds out.
Up again, honour bound,
only sound wind
blowing round,
that was earlier
when I was churlier.
better now,
curlier, burlier,
furrier, purrier…
Coldfingered,
some deaf, bewildered beast,
slopes in slow, bright, sane delight…
Brown Ground drowned,
Sound wind opaque,
Cimarron smokey lake
flock tactile mural peak
Cowling dented tin wind,
Taste hot silent sin
Away! Cooling. Down…
…Meet and Eat
Alfresco with Francesco
Baked Alaska? Alabaster
Just in time
Manufacture
Old war wound
Tarsal fracture.
Wholemeal bread
Cardtrick wine
Browse
pock marked pocket penguin
pictures
Traipse
Pendine’s Sands mortal,
Golden arrowhawks
.
Hold the knife that kissed Lucretia
one pearl morning in the garden
Taste
opal raindrops
on the counterpane.
When
the cap fits
Go and wear it well.
Grimbeau 