Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
Unfit for human consumption, mistah dabbler you betcha
bottom dollarbill
ticklish extraordinary little coughs, tell tale trails of larkspittle
crimson pupils
crown the worm
still as rocky rock rises diminished, denuded by bladderwrack
slime soft ambergris
hermit crabs rule cold rooster rockpools, anaemic fledglings
waive misrule cheerio
tidal affairs of men and marble, happy little dirges, slip shift
back to where they once so long ago
Timid house trained shrew
She sat sobbing silently
Crying in the loo
Teardrops splash on hush puppies
Reading bottles of dog shampoo
Praying that your bowels will move
Before you fall asleep
Listening for a hunting dream
What ever happened to
Sweet Baby James?
Swept threadbare flimsy
Flakey faded Nepalese
Hand woven carpet
Once bold vibrant crimson
Scuffed trampled bare by
Indwellers interlopers
Casual and meaningful
Professional rucks
Transgressional muck
Careless and caring acquaintances
Dogs living and dead
Occasional wayward chooks
Cops, yobs, swabs, blobs, mobs
Tawdry transcendent
Embedded ephemera
windblown through the door
Under giant monkey puzzle
in blue dawn light
watching you disappear.
Only gnarly rusty brown trunk bark,
unsullied sodden scrub grass,
stale sandalwood incense,
sweet virgin urine,
musk sweat
abide with me
You cut your leg.
I licked it better.
Under doctored monkey puzzle
in afternoon haze
inhaling wet, sweet earth.
prone alert god
basking scrumpled in seed grass
melts gold leaf sun
dreams of the run
scampering last evening
dumb flounder, scoundrel stray
easy busy summer antic hay
wild dreamscapes frolic
buzzball spangles make mad play
pause scandalous figary
gathering bright ideas
crazed dandelions
Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
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Sun inside, sun outside, hens free.
It’s quarter to three: to my right is a hyacinth blue hyacinth,
elsewhere a dove coos.
Why no workies?
Smirkies, shirkies, quirkies…
Focal plane down the drain.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
2
Woke on the water, choir in the sky.
Lost habit, out of the swing.
Naked apeshit visit.
Longers.
Two two two will not do: simply nots.
Time not spent at it.
…
Pomes and yarns roam and darn days, nights, hours and showers: eats, drinks, & sleeps. That’s the trick, Mick.
Here’s a right one.
Duck!
Crystal was shattered. Ratty Vanfrau was at the ablates again. Queer going altogether. Formegandros was a right old wrench to leave. Never spurn a taverna. Still tempers fugit…
`His head’s gone.` observed the rookie.
‘Tis the time of year for it.’ said the chainsaw massacre cast.
‘Not that bloody rubbish again.’ Cried the crowd, aloud.
Castlemaine was a horny bitch for King & Gentry alike. Insatiable in cerise tights, pacing the Home Office, looking frantic for a booster.
‘She cooked your goose, Sir.’ Said the minion, Vince, up for a good twatting.
‘As waltzers go sir, she’s a dodgem.’ Castlemaine stomped.
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