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Tea Time

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Dark chocolate

digestives?

Three, please

 

A cup of tea

refreshes

Yes does yes

 

Easily could

get into this.

 

Tea at three

dark chocolate

digestives,

 

You and me.

And a

cup of tea

 

No water

Works

 

Hear. Me. Out.

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Here’s how in  

the hear

& now

brown cow

& gate

left open field

as far as

The

Ice Can

Sea.

 

 

 

Jaw Jut

 

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Look at that:

a dogged dog

who don’t play it doggo,

sit when spat at,

beg for his dinner,

or die for a queen…

 

whose bite is worse

than their bark,

you swallow,

gruffly ruminating

over a lamb’s leg…

 

waiting for a pig’s ear,

rueful of the duck’s arse,

sizing up the parson’s nose,

exercising horse sense

with the stubborn donkey…

 

 

 

Goldilocks

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Lesczi mantrapped,

Sasquatch chewing,

blood milk lakes,

hairy sunrise.

Three bears wait

On palatable porridge.

Goldilocks sneaks in…

You know the rest.

Big Foot in Mouth

 

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Act your age

Not your

Shoe size

What! I said

Two thousand

Five hundred

Millimetres

A Crock in the Park

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Overseas posting

not good enough,

don’t try harder!

It’ll shine when it shines.

 

Good plop and poem

about New York

by Bugsy Seagull –

something about rap,

 

Drive-by shooting music.

Got the croc &

ref to Prufrock.

Felt great weight

fall from me.

 

Refreshed by

Mountain Fontain

Compulsorally hosed,

Crimped, and pinked.

 

Brunch in Zimbabwe

With old boys

Sporting ties

Old school lies.

 

 

Bystanders

Damaged goods lie on a kitchen table in a house in Donetsk, Ukraine

Attempts to engage

& inspire provide

Mere, cheap free

fatuous masonry

to bolster up

& elaborate her

Forty fictions;

 

So, off he traipsed,

hill sheep sullen

to wattle

& daub the beehive

against the elements;

 

Brittle bricks

& poor mortar

for fear’s shiftless,

feckless gaol:

Self.

 

I give up &

concern myselves

otherwise.

In confluence,

separation lies.

 

Absolution

 

Shitting

your boxers

first thing

throws One

right off

One’s stride

I see you

angry and puny:

Cursefully,

tearfully,

damning your lot,

as you scoop it

sensibly

like a grown-up

from the kitchen sink

and fetch it with aplomb

to the awkward

jakes

for final

Absolution

 

 

Rasher Baps

Piet

 

droll nodes

brood

rude

colours:

pastel dragons

come from

melted crayon

puddles

sizzling bacon

takes the air,

makes it purr

like a pillow

we swallow

eating

our words

like gruel

Restful Laters

firefold

 

Stiffening breeze, yew spangle,

Forsythia: magic citrus mirror

Makes sharp shrift

misty sun smiles

like an aged, kind,

two-faced familiar,

clearly warming to its task, aware:

Not long before this hemisphere

is done with for another year.

Clacton Calling

 

 

Sur le Plage, de l’Or

 

Under

the beach

Hidden

Gold

Norman's Bay Starfish

 

 

O’er them  dunes,

Cap’n Mudd!’

 

Says Mrs Hands.

 

…just go left at the war mines,

 right at the shipwreck,

and,

Bob’s yer Uncle

It’s just there

opposite Aldi.’

Put on, or should it be, donned

John’s bonce on the hob.

Brain versus brawn

is a no-brainer.

 

Meanwhile…

after a lean while

Herod buys bonking time,

hides it in his Wish Urn

 

The sheer, brazen

Barbaric

Sauce of the fellow!

 

‘Chopsy prophet.

Salome’s mum

was a right one

too…’

 

 

Folkestone Ferry

grounded

On Golden Beach.

Lemmings swarm

 

Ferreting about.

Dredgers look on.

Dormant

In easy, idle, calm.

 

 

Just waiting

for the

Ebb to Flow

Uphill

Not A Verse

Harvey

This is

not

a poem

 

So do

not

worry

 

Or

read it

 

Instead,

Tear it up

Burn it

 

And

Eat more

Eggs

 

Hobby Horse

hand chat

Head: Hitting midday again,

Drugless and fagless,

my knees unmet. Took a fizzy codeine

about an hour ago and went

back to my bed: Head.

Tuned into

Janacek: Grosz salon folk dances,

berserkers in tuxedos,

dead eyed vamps: Head

Jazz age Thedas, crawling

Astaire way to Paradise,

Fatty Bugattis,

fat butcher’s chops,

Cops in yachts,

lindy bops, listless sops:

Head.

Alimentary, My Dear Emotion

 

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Halfway out

mauve porch

some sun decides

to join the party

bins are emptied

 

rain wet ramp,

hick brick Ha-ha

under tree detritus.

Here

Jackson Pollack

Frolicked once.

 

In the dry, damp dust,

scattered with cinnamon twigs,

silver Simeon stones,

and missionary weeds,

A mandrake sighs.

 

Puke Bag

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Midday

Wafer thin ham, poached eggs,

& toast on the way.

The beeps, the beeps, the beeps…

it is afternoon!

Took a stroll around, saw what gives.

Shoulder pain.

Baked pseuds and garrottes

Accompany

The shrews for luncheon.

PC Plod enjoys his truncheon,

wielding it without compunction,

except of course in Rotherham

where no bugger gives a damn

about reports of

babes and sucklings

You fuck them up

We fuck them off,

Quite puts me off

The Strogonoff

 

Jomblies

Al Boley

Sloth, Banjo, and his wife,

Susannah

Had a nice time in Havana

Six flagons of gin,

made a right din -

came back without

their Pyjama

Arid Shrimp

forests

 

Rolling slow

Tender toed

 

A lukewarm

Gecko prances

 

How heat chipped

Basalt pricks

 

All I want

is shade

 

All I need

is sun.

 

here comes a

fire hydrant

 

worth avoiding.

It rolls past

 

Haplessly

Can’t sea me.

Licking Stone Cell

Licking Stone Cell

We require your desire,

drag your carcass

from the mire.

To get drier, light a fire,

hang up your dripping socks.

Paul de Koch mocks your lot

A little birdie told me.

Flew into a Jealous rage,

At Jimmy Page,

the topmost

riff in rock.

Undertakings

pal joey

 

Put out the cat

& the candle,

Phisss!

Meorghh!

Ouch!

 

 

You  little-shit, Chuckles!

Go on, treat yourself:

Have a wee one;

Pipe up fresh warm coffee;

Collect new fresh water

from the uphill stream;

 

Turn off lantern tap.

Time to turn on Turtle?

Go make Myrtle Purple?

No, not now Nigel…

Laters:

Squeaks in Frongs

Three-In-One:

Shed

 

Instead proceed

moving forward,

leaning, faking

baby bader steps,

to the garden gate…

Vicinity & Beyond!

 

 

Bummer

13:27

 

Comissonaire

 

Wasn’t

gonna

clock-in

again,

succumbed,

bum numbed:

What a pain

 

 

Moira

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I miss Debussy.

Don’t fret!

There’ll be another one

Along

Soon

 

 

…L’Apres Midi d’un

Ondine sur la Mer…

 

 

I miss Debussy.

Don’t fret!

There’ll be another one

Along

in a minute

Parsnip Worship Rosehip

firestarter

 

Transparently puny:

crouched, shifting, jumpy.

Sugar load mountain.

Spoon that spoonful.

Croon tune, fart of pixie.

 

Hammy line; Bambi-mine.

Sulk in silken mulch:

Gulchmen stacked neat

On Ass lawn by door,

calling cactus cool:

 

enter Geraldo reprising

Cucumber Rumba.

Clever blunder

Cast asunder syncopating

Generation rehydrating.

 

New Sarum

 

 

 

Klee

A faux

Universe wilts

on the mantel.

 

Up propped by

Gormonghastly

Candelabra

 

 

 

Further west,

kinda seaward

Gawdyfauve

Naive postcard:

 

At last!

Salisbury

Greets the coast:

 

Crumbledown,

Tumbledown

Cinque City

By the sea.

 

 

 

 

Kippers

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Wizard wheeze,

Morning wees

Sneeze on knees

and flippers

Chin and

Slippers

Doors of Deception

 

 

rank & file

 

Slurping milk stout

on a sensible,

suburban bench:

Asyl of sound

self-sacrifice.

If paradise is

half as nice:

tremolos

so sweet

‘More power to you elbow,

me old Mucker!

 

That’s just the ticket…

Sit down and make a stand!’

 

said Commissar

Commissionaire

pausing for chat,

‘ Where’s it at Comrade Cat?’

‘ Ain’t you heard, old fellow me lad

There’s one gone off

in Commercial St!’

Yes!…You Did!

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This morning…

 

I

spent

Reading, reading,

reading

my back pages

Wincing & chuckling;

embarrassed & confused,

dazed & amused.

Impertinent little jerk  

Shaking a dead man’s geraniums.

I am the guy who

wrote this shit

Am

I…?

 

This afternoon

Silence of the Hens

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Clouds bed

down easy

The chooks

make hush,

Throttled,

twoggled:

Nessum

Dorma

Chicken

Korma

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Late afternoon,

an afternoon flouted,

another one.

Cooked a scrumptious

Stilton omelette.

Ate it.

Listened to Elvis.

The wonder of you.

Wondered.

Repeatedly beaten

by a Turtle.

Roamed the garden

finding fault.

Paused

For thought

Got caught

The Goss

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Nowt kicked off (or so I’m told)

The sad old Sun still tries

to muscle in

break out, break in…

and have you heard?

The latest scandal,

the last straw:

No buses to Mortgagetown on Sundays

(and Bank Holidays)…

And there’s more…

No peas for the wicked,

It is rumoured

the pigs had them with the lobster.

No respect, these types.

Dyslexics with a read only memory,

they say,

lack self-knowledge.

Read and

right and wrong.

  • Ooh-ah, Mrs!

 

 

 

 

Flawed Claude

1001

 

He’s up, he’s up…

he’s down again

Like a yoyo,

a rat up a pump

Or a fiddler’s elbow

Not coming

Nor going

Just up to…

What?

Runcible Spoon

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Those

Who stir

&

Runaway

Return to

Stir

Another

Day

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Cheroot smoke

plumes and wisps

Effigy, Eulogy, Ecstasy…

Bingo!

In Thames Ditton

A drowned kitten

In your own backyard.

Smartphone spews

Headjuice on Muesli.

Tickly Cough

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Tidy,

half tidy,

untidy…

there is a

tidy in

Affairs

of Zen

 

 

 

Sad Moon Rising

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The day after the

day after of slaughter,

flyblown autumn gossamer

persists,

stubborn as winter

rowan and tonight

more trash to incinerate.

 

Smell sweet horse

chestnut polish

Endure stale lavender.

All the greens

become obscene

The yellows stark

fluffed azure.

 

No chance of heaven

at eleven.

As in the night

a certificated

medic calls to say:

Life goes on without you.

Isis

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Just earlier,

Tomorrow

Bavid Dutine,

Decal smoother,

Said this to

unto me…

You are nearly a mural

Outrage!

Methunk

Of course,

I hit him with a passing Zucchini

& asked him:

Is this really any way to buy

Gas?

 

Housework

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Lunch upon

time used

every second

fecund

Sporting matching

bonnet and black, baggy

jumper.

Sweaty, seedy boxers,

and fresh Homer slippers.

Ready for inaction.

Frost

promised,

don elastic

cotton vambrace,

the day begins.

 

Lie, Bore…Tea?

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Connives

me,

Connives

me not.

Connives

me!

Mondrian Bungee

A view of the intersection at 5th Avenue and 42nd Street

Shorter

days means shorter lives.

Shorter

hours means shorter drives.

 

I scream man…

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Child ran out

excited with lolly, hit by car,

did not see, did not look,

hit and run,

ambulance,

call the cops…

 

…blood on road, rage and blame,

no punters,

don’t push it,

show respect,

after all,

under the circumstances,

no you don’t!

 

Just keep stumm,

play doggo, wait for cops,

not my day, never is,

seventeen nineties, fourteen nines…

 

To Your Health

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People that

Live in

stone

 

Houses ought

Not throw

glasses

Samantha

 

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Willow pith of  day

the slow chew,

stranded and dry,

 

just a whisper

of zest,

nearly a memory

or a whim.

 

A violin feeds

its newborn

villagers growl

at still

blue trucks,

 

the hedge wilts

orange wind noise,

washing line tilts

hysterical dervish

wishes for wishes

Snug?

 

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Ate and was

on my own

faraway

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blownaway

Comfy Love?

Big thing asks

me questions – why?

Windshine

Shush-hours

Perfection!

Quote…Unquote follows

So do I?

Yes, I am cold.

How did you guess?

So, to bed after

food and fumigation.

The heavens

piss stones.

An internet crashes.

I get up

A head of steam

radio

Take it Easy…But take it!

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Richard & Alexander

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So…

It is not clever to be clever Dick

It is not smart to be smart Alec

 

And…

It is not clever to be smart Dick

It is not smart to be clever Alec

Or…

It is not smart to be clever Dick

It is not clever to be smart Alec

 

 

Whatever became of Dick & Alec:

Tragicomic or Comitragic?

Gloamlight

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Dusk come dark

drapes half drawn

Hear a bark

feel a yawn

The Shaping Forecast

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…& more sleep.

 

Got stuck in slough slow bowls,

a stray sky blue smurf sought my company;

fleeting scalpel sunshaft burst

fairly snapped me out.

 

Make decisions for soul provisions – finance pimples as ever.

Monday’s food is Sunday’s mood.

Trying to loosen, and keep loose,

neck and shoulders.

 

Right arm troubled.

Go with the pain, pleads the pain.

No dreams just fleeting night moods, wafts,

misted fiats coloured

greyblue, greenish, mushy.

 

Sea White

see-through shadows

Ectofilmstars;

uncast off, harboured beyond sleep,

half-waked.

Bay low voices mumble, whisper:

Get up and water the source

 

The Myth of Self-Combustion Exploded

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Scraped enough

 

together

for a pipe.

 

Skin wild.

Must shower & cream.

Day goes grey

 

Skin mild.

Did shower & cream.

Day goes by.

 

Forgot that my mornings

are now free of idiots,

especially Sunday idiots

like me

 

Test Match: Sunday Start Shock!

  • Sin against nature, I say…What, what?

Wrinkled Member explodes

in Long Room

Dull thud in Norwood

Nearly wakes the dead

& the living dead.

 

 

Kismet

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Where’s

a place for us?

There’s

no place for us,

Nowhere

no place for us.

Take my hand

Sit and stare

Take my hand

Share your fear

 

We’ll find

a new way of dying

We’ll find

a new way of crying

 

No time,

No hope

No rhyme.

Summer Brieze

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Sid crows, demi-dawn, cool night breeze folds,

falls from fan.

Remnants remain: crusted, polythene grass;

stale tobacco;

grand damned poems;

the truce is over, the murder is resumed.

Back to where it all began, square one squared,

one more dance, duplicated dalliance.

So the day is done. The same old same old

Step out hand in hand in

Vellum gloves

Quashed Tomato

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Unreal night

blood damp black

on sun-drenched  grass.

No buttercups grow in

Iguana hours: stone dead cicadas

Pop! One more skin shed.

For sale:

A cider press;

Zealous owner.

 

Time thwitels away,

stops some clocks,

breaks all rocks.

Under moon

The garden blooms.

Thwarts & All.

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