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Tag: Postcard from Today

Events, Dear Boy…Events

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Lunchtime

News about the news:

Observe basking sharks,

lost lopsided lilies,

slumping in the lagoon

pump waters from people’s homes

busy Nessies, little lochs,

tiny monsters of the shallows.

Waterlogged logs sink from sight,

nervous wrecks shiver

in Lazy Bones’ Locker.

No way, Jose!

Smart Alec McMackerel.

Wessex is the wetland of Alba.

Let it drown.

Paint your bum blue.

Join us: Stay dry.

See Soggies flood North in droves.

Border turnpike takes groats only.

Frack Ben Nevis.

Rip off Groatland.

Yawn. Nodding off…

Done in after all the sleep and squatting…

bills, deeds, duties, musts,

cant’s, coulds, shoulds, woulds;

daydawdledoodles.

Doze snooze nap?

And why not?

Afternoon off again…Tut, tut, tut.

Oops! A Face

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Soo

blue dew

True

blue dew…

Ooo!

How do you do

Do-da-do-da-day

Eh

You

As new must shoot.

Cheerio

Toodlee-ooo

Cobalt…

…clear new calm morning

blooms:

bright sky blue, golden glint,

pulsars thrill thawing

laurel leaf and stream.

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Fragrance

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Horse whispers,

sees red

bucks,

clears picket fence

scarpers

heels for dust

finds a new

stamping ground.

Seems sound:

Safe and sure

As houses

 

 

 

True Sailing is not Dead

allihies

Go a good brisk clip

‘Are you the captain, the crewman,

the passenger, the vessel,

the ocean?’

Chance is Lord of All!

Metaphoric…

Metamorphic…

Metarapchik…

Metamonster!

Gorgeous Krakens

and other deep creatures

engulf us

disguised as waves.

Anywherewithal

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Demi-stool on Piddle, flushed out, so now bathe

Soily scaly paws. Smite it! By my gum,

perfumed ovoid amber tablet glued to basin shock.

 

Rubbed it long nice & hard by flannel for

blotch and crud scrub of digit, knuckle and palm.

Knuckle and nickel? Puckle the pickle of muckle,

 

Sterling winkles, no bawbees. Groat Scottie!

No wonga, not none. Yaboo-sucks states slimy,

Snide curling chippy poundwinker toffboy.

The Golden Age of Scuba

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Happy is the man who can bear the things he cannot change – Schiller

 

Each time insurgent

Wind surges spank opulent

crimson drapes and naughty

gusts arouse dormant

gooseberries on exposed,

soft wanton thighs all sigh

 

Lush,

chocolate ground juice

breaches ripe knapsacks,

glibly squirting,

soiling deep plush pile rug.

 

On

garish cushions we float maculate:

spoiled flotsam; jetsam of anarchy,

Two headed orphans

scowling quadrophrenes

brazen twisted Sisters scream.

Skinwatch

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Carbuncles, moles, tumescensces,

spots, scar tissue, warts, blackheads, scabs,

bubos, boils, and bruises…the rest is blistery.

Moniker Called By…

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Chatting small, enduring twaddle and passing comment on the news,

the wonderful weather, Ents and death trances, and

recent sightings of drunken old muckers puking on poodles

 

Every so often there are smartphone snapshots of  dormant pets,

a dinner dance after a few, a flying saucer over Tesco’s,

the paddling pool in the back garden, and some baby humans.

 

During tales of goings-on in times past, the clock is seen, nattering over.

Down to brass tacks: hoovering, bed-making, tidying, graft, filling in forms.

Today I am torn between Albert Camus or Kermit the Frog: I sign ‘Dean Martin.’

Agony is…

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…real but invisible,

defined but uncertain,

yesterday and tomorrow.

For forever and a day.

The sheer never, never,

Neverendishnessness…

 

…And you, fellow sucker,

And me over here, shallow fucker,

bob about in these

shark-infested waters,

Quints ready for the taking,

Bamboos and rubber Treeplants.