Gonks: remember them?
stuffed baize effigies, hand size
Felted arms, legs, hands
Little humpty-dumpties
Head on the body
Jumper pulled over head
Secret policemen
Cook’s Wisty Armageddon
Cheap mister-mannish
dolls born in an oil crisis;
industrial strife
times when lights went off at ten
Mine was called Paulus,
A little gnome who welcomed
You to his home in
Densest Pogle’s Wood
It disintegrated
After various drubbings
in the old twin tub
with a sadistic streak
Gonks became old hat
Space Hoppers were the next fad
Never had one, still drives me mad.
Perchance
or deft planning
a scoop of baleful altar wine remains,
though not for long.
Rite of Spring:
callow neighbours nail eachother
to the paper partition wall – time
honours these home county behaviours –
some wayward blood drips through on this side,
my side.
I observe with some disdain treacly crimson goo
impinge clematis and home entertainment cables,
the main arteries of
reality are besmirched….
The orphan stale ham salad roll awaits
Ravenous, cavernous engorgement,
yields a surge of purpose, of demented potency,
to cut the crap,
make one’s mark,
utter and act.
Winston Churchill resonates at times.
These are some
hummings
Of my head…
Beaches, dog insurance, dead
Iron curtain, cigars, up yours,
Yankee cigarettes, Ray with an E, Smith,
bon viveur, bon mots, monarchista, landscape artist,
Black dog, Gallipoli, Narzees, Tonypandy,
Nobel prize for War, bricklaying, never surrender,
Field of human suffrage, chicken, neck,
Clemmie, Dundee Cake, warmonger,
Imperialist, always a bit pissed,
Figure of hate, derision, exasperation,
Fun, bore,enough.
This
Weekend will comprise one diamond guest:
Familiar, nosey, potty, bumptious…
What is guest? A wayfarer, a punter,
A complicit victim of hospitality!
This is not a motel, there are no
Bed & Breakfast signs, no spiteful
Waiters spitting in the soup. No Bill.
Just the old, battered emotional baggage to
Attend to, false dawns, a restless farewell.