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Tag: Postcard from Today

A Harrowing Tale

 

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Shirt Story:

 

Lifted.

Collared,

cuffed,

ironed:

well and truly

 

Tucked.

Zing!

T-time

 

Sing

Feel perky,

bright, clear day:

stronger, lithesome, fecund.

the fates allow episodes of respite

from drizzle and dross. Use them well, or not.

Breakfast with Balzac

panestring

 

At Ate Ten time for

Clogs and warm oats;

Thoughts of

wizened scrotes:

antidotes.

 

Duds Army withdraws

Rubbery from the Shrubbery:

Go prune a tune at twilight.

Spoon to Dessert Island dusks.

Contemplate Three banished tusks.

 

At ate fifty time for

Dogs and warm coats

Dreams of

Prison notes:

Ice cream floats

Napoleon Blownaparte

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Fairly

fizzing about the ether,

fizzing like a googly,

or Mugli’s eighteen herbs

with verbs

Normality

scrapbook

 

Windblown half-moon running

chickens chased by scattered twigs,

flyblown choc bar wrappers dervish,

two taciturn Masai, a large yellow balloon,

Bladerunner and a pride of moles: rural quiet is resumed.

Wasbo

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Clunk!

The drunken drongo clambers out

the egregious red slaughter van.

 

His

Is a face like putrid brisket chewing.

 

Soon

He will be sent down into the flowery furnace.

 

The charge:

Serial respiration with thirty-seven charges

for being a noxious twonk to be taken into consideration.

 

It

Is a sad reflection that such base grunge gets written about.

 

More

bloody darts repeats.

Dark again.

The tide is out.

 

I

Am not.

Spriteful

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Dawn blasted the drapes

Umbrella

Creased smug night

Levity

 

Hocus pocus slights

Mister Rhees

Easing out a moist

Anchovy

Pishogue

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Cyril Sloth ate all

through the tempest

spanking the panes,

whipping the shrubs,

wiping the eyes of

Sussex and Cypress

Buenoventura Durrutti

 

eccles

 

Teal unreal

on that charred

Hard clay night.

 

Thinks: worms lap

sun-drenched blood

On midday grass

 

No buttercups grow there.

True iguana weather: no cicadas.

Another good skin shed.

Catacombic

 

 

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Rustles rumble;

Murmurs gruff;

Whistles whet;

Bristle thistle…

A thrill frisson

flowers

like quicksilver