Grimbeau

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Come All Ye

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Mildew musk half drownded rat

Soggy woodbine, auld tweed hat

Old Luke and Buffalo Johnny

Bid come all ye attendees

And whisht a while, imbibe

Enniscorthy travellers dreamtime

Side fading coals

In warm, dry bungalows

As wind lashes outside

Recalling a lady in her father’s garden

While sloping home early

in fine foggy dew.

Brunch on the Hop

legume

 

Stilton, garlic,

three-egg omelette,

ripe vine tomato,

breaded cure ham

and

Espadrille.

Yum-yum

Broom Plant Agent

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Dick the Third

Re-interred, Leicester

grand hub central station burial rites and rugger,

carve your name proud snide:

Joe Orton.

Leave the poor old bugger

Alone now

Break.

Hils

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Hilary Clinton

drops by suppertime

tinned sardines on toast

Masterchef:

Ivor Cutler bangs one out…

women of the world take over

if you do not the world will

come to an end

 it will not

take long…

 

‘You guys!’

she

chuckles

‘We make

love

&

peace’

Strange Fruit

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lady day lady

god blessed child got his own

in a wilderness

World Shut Your Gob

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Multi room speakers

Crap on everywhere you go

Turn up the volume

Scram Bell

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Minister of Musicians,

new war dance teacher,

once knew my father…

 

Showered, creamed, slithered,

hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…

Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter

 

little book of shrugs

sanskrit aubergine eggplant

histrionics

 

took fizz codeine med

brain dead inebriation

small town called chicken

 

do you like your eggs

sunny easy side up over

boiled poached benedict

Apropos

two rooms and garden

stone sand daffodils

 

how day grew slim on little gem

 

ecstatic yellow

 

The Procession

Byrdso

 

The pain it appears has passed,

a twisted and not strangulated

abdominal fibre of being,

fleeting, frit, clinging,

nagging little sod.

 

All dead in crash.

I as usual am none the wiser,

interested yet not especially engaged

to task myself too hard (life’s burdensome

enough, my excuse, get out clause – life’s too short).

Who knows what the light will bring?

 

He’s passed again, a quick in and out,

minding his own business,

being as little trouble as.

My head! Doing a tango, having a wobble

at the drop of a hat, hearing pins drop.

 

You know, you know.

Night creatures: silver fish, monopods,

opaque gadabouts – a proper rumpus.

Alexander’s Ragtime Band

cut throats and ruffians,

red and rubber necks, craning,

inching forward,

onward to the din

Slasher and trombone

 

 

 

 

Passengers

zeug

 

Candle fires livid

Imagination city lights

Softening soft sighs

 

The Ashes

newton's bulbs

 

coming up five now

probably gonna shower

play test match pinball

Ill Wind

barfag

 

Blue shed

door

open

blue shed

Door

Shut

Firing squads

In

Utah

Clean out

Of

Lethal

The Hedgehog

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Back to the sea

back to the sea

back to the tree

 

Sitting out dusk

blind by invasive

halogen terror

 

security blankets

caught thinking

in headlights

 

driverless

tree-surgeons

sawbones

 

Sheep worried

Lycanthropes

kill life

 

night and light

denied

blue hedgehog.

 

 

 

 

Richard III (Part Two)

 

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Been a hard day’s night

Found my bollocks in my gob…

You fill in the rest

Butter

portrait of a Sicilian girl

 

Enoch smoothed mum’s

scrawny brow with

the buttercup

 

‘Flamboyance, flamboyance…’

Her favourite word:

He whispered it.

 

She sleeps

He takes the tray

End of day

 

 

 

Rude Awakening

Jackie Wilson said...

 

it’s a new dawn

on a new day

and i’m feeling

wood

Plurabelle

Joyce Joke

 

Overwhelming surge

Wottaboutastoryday

Anna Livia

Toad Moon

frisbee

 

palpable sea change

calypso ipso facto

red rum chronicles

The Die is Cast Off

Benn

 

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

Fred Carno’s Circus

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Show on road? No…

Isolated blizzard,

hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,

These and sundry vilenesses

prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn

Fulfilling promises of gardening.

 

A pluperfect spring morning

wasteland of historic neglect

disgrace my spiffing gaze.

The road to oblivion is paved

with claptrap and obliquy.

Nothing comes of nothing

never…

Cuddly Vicars #8

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Feeling lucky, mucky, clucky?

Spike the Curate’s eggs.

Wind’s dropped, termite respite;

north-westerly’s will freeze

your bollox off.

No vest for the whack-ed.

Fools down tools

play pooh-sticks in the urinal,

paper boats float upstream

(a blocked drain in Sao Paulo).

The Surgical Spirit of Joy

piles

 

More murky murk

Mufti wades through grey

Morning Match of Day

No blocked beds

Must scrub up

Ready for Theatre

The Schism

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Ten at night

The pie is dead

Remember The Grapes

Sickly sweat clings

Cold cascades

What is he barking at?

The moon is out

Down The Grapes

With the stars, some hasbeens

And four screaming wannabes

Called The Vermeers

I couldn’t make it:

Artistic differences, you know

Matters of principle

Moral scruples

Skint

 

 

Getsworse

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The giddy minstrel lived on fruit

Flies, moguls, caprice and hunks

Of Cheese and Bread

 

She did not give a damn about

What

Anybiddy said

 

Once munching on an oligarch

She tittered and got silly

Convulsed in laughter and bit off

A substantial lump of Willy

 

 

King of the Swineherds

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Give me a groat and I’ll emote on hope and faith, and craic

Should you not meet me on the way, you can on the way back

From hollow land and silly land, to form and sound, and black

The song you hear will be our own and never will shirk or jack

Too good to be true, too simple to work, you say inside your head

That tapping on the roof you hear, is rhapsody robbing the lead.

 

Keeping Worm

Shampooh

 

Lanolin folded cream

Rolled ploughed furrowed

Clouded brow field

Sky blue food dye filling,

one indigo dropped in a sea

of sky goes miles

Insuck ouch

It bites that wind

Just looking at it

Seated by a throbbing rad

Savaging a trembling bramble leaf

Petrifying a bare twig

Starching stiff the black tent top

And fruity pastel bin and body bags

The fat drawers and winding sheets

Creaking next door’s line

Gunge

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Jerks temporal physical

ecclesiastical spits

& spats dribs and drabs

scamper like sideways crabs,

those little sand ones,

super-sensitive little critters,

don’t want them in your vestments.

Just thought makes skin creep.

Icky rinse and unction,

gentian blue, geisha socks,

hollyhocks in aspic,

that’s fixed it. spit it out,

like venom or tripe

gloopy pukey cheesy goo:

Yuksville, Ariz.

beedling

epops

 

remember some

name

fell off

dark rock dead surface

third stone from a sun

inconspicuous absence

heart grew heavier,

colder somehow violet

gone but just

forgotten

do not kid yourself

we are disposable stardust

 

Dawn Bum

eyelines

 

Seven up, up, up

crucial wooden stairs ascent

to Disburthenshire

 

Number Crunch

Fowlpester

 

point six recurring

terminal velocity did

what it said on tin

paraklute

speedo

 

Sure is

a long way to tip

O’Reilly

after  lamb

steak nosh

 

some

in and out in

the cold

sunny morning

it

is as back

 

to be to

wooze

my way

Gideon’s

abject budget

to wake

 

undone

alone,

aware of onewhere

droning phone

Eggset Stun

Barn

 

Stark naked  park oak

Bronze burns amber sundown

White copper glare

Traffic blazes slowmo trail

Sparkler impromptu squiggles

Embossed on slow retina

Fading as the day does too

Wide Blue Wanda

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Vibe changes sundown

Clustered scapples save the day

White wine weds olives

Anglepoised action stations

Awaiting further information

To impart to my reader

Zelda ‘Toots’ Zuchenslooper

A dogged fighter

Carniverous wolverine

Hypercyclically disposed

Tea and oranges

In Place of Here

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Fluted green fretwork

ominous picturebook snap

asylum records

abandon faith all of you who

enter here without permits

 

Uglies

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Look! gurgling gargoyles

grotesquely gurning gargling

blistering mouthwash

Grumbleswamp

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Cleaned up as

best I wanted,

feeling slumpish,

taddish offish.

 

Make a wishlist!

Worst it can do

is not come true

if you’re careful.

 

The glums are dripping,

grumbling swamp gobs.

I have just done

more this morning

than all weekend.

 

Ghost revealed his hairy hand,

trimmed his balded pate,

gave himself the willies,

curled up before liars on telly,

waiting on next second wind

to fumigate the fuggers.

Hubristic Wreckage

Hi

 

Hew rugged slither

yesterday’s one tray pork roast,

suitably dried up

penitential fare fuels wet

parlous noonday situation.

Grey March murk supplies

the worldview damp dust thin mud.

Still I am glad to

Survive weekend onslaught

With my genius still intact

Still Running Sore

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It came in fourth

The horse you said

Would win the race

There were three other ones in front

Of the horse you put your last sou

On while you snored and snored and snored…

 

Age: old. Status: inconsiderable

Lump of matter, more fat than water

Surplus to requirements

Inbuilt obsolescent

Thumb-sucker; bad attitude

One of nature’s malconcontents

Think: Brando in ‘The Wild One’

On a white pogo stick.

 

I know the type:

Mass murderer

Who never killed

Anything in his eventless life

Never harmed a fly on purpose ‘cept

When he made you cry on purpose.

 

 

 

 

El Tel

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radio silence

my favourite station blares

Pratchett’s greatest hits

Sheepwatch

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No shedding today,

the ring is barren

twenty two winter sheep

pock the tufty meadow

Still grazing after all these years

Mutton full of vibrant lamb

Gabriel scowls, forlorn as a kid

Who never had a household pet

Still radio silence fills the barn

You can hear the hay

Insinuating rumours

Nits!

Livid Kyle Funkadelic

yellowfish

 

Breathe in octave,

in one voice,

the celebration of the fungus,

 

sharp light on water,

a trout called esther williams

has parasites on its whiskers,

 

they say: ‘shave this fish, shave this fish’

and slip under a fan dancing turbine

off for porridge & smokies.

 

 

 

Well Trod Waters

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Bacon, egg & jungle sarnie,

two bags ready, and an early banana –

that’s my lot, plus crash sleep

(an hour maybe).

Scrubbed scrammed black mirror hob:

Bit of ritual to settle my nerves,

my confusion at that van out there,

and that nagging

constant distant

roaring machine

behind the sky.

Wednesday afternoon

As savants well know

is never certain & could hang either way.

You never know, you just like to pretend.

Foibles

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Grey paint is my usual,

matted not glossed,

ruffled and talced

certainly not groomed

by Governess Pecheur.

Her mild odour

Cologne and cat nip

perverts my lust for

kedgeree and fauve cheeses

Lay down and…

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Don’t think of England

America’s dutiful poodle

Europe’s rescue dog

 

Eavesdroppings

Untitled

capitalism

twenty four seven racket

rancorous fledglings

Tiffin

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The Holy Hour

Plenary indulgences

Carrot cake seconds

Major to minor…

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A jingle in the dingle,

a dongle in the shrub,

a riddle on a fiddle,

the median of middle.

Stepping out in running blues,

shouting ‘Still here, your twerps and twonks!’

who wished me gone for yonks.

Net curtain snideys,

hanging out dry washing

on crooked lines

just to block out the sun.

Muesli Bowl Peregination #6

walterwall

Gruel!

Trucks splayed on winceyette

Paperbacked up by thumbsail rigging.

Thieved, not in the slightest borrowed

Robbed, not pure good lend-lease film fan

Ships of Liberty cargoing

Senile bananas to far flung

Gerontocracies

 

These dodgems

Run by ruffians with friends

In low places: naked ventriloquists

Licking smarmphones of pox.

Rant!

Bang the wall against your head

Laughing warm inside when you find

It is only made of tapioca.

 

 

 

 

 

Troy Tempest

Adpool

 

Covetous:

It is my stingray!

The screams stopped all shopping in earshot.

Mine (assertive).

Mine (plaintive, filling up, wait for it)

…Mine (balling, stamping, screaming).

Uproar.

The law is present, masculine,

portentous and plump.

 

A strident protest, indeed.

Young fellow, m’lad!

Trespassers will be prosecuted

Whether they like it or not.

Have a pear drop.

The Lie of the Land

Eight_Bells

 

Half man: half musket

Was not was

Noisome

Stroke me branches crest the lawn,

Attracting glances beside

the splendiferous alpine experience.

A dog cocks its leg on the ugly plastic herb cover.

The  tiger glows under the daffodil.

Aphids pester gannets

Thrashing in mild dark.

Slow is what it is.

The cream is questionable,

but I have no fear

cautiously prizing the lid

finding caramel and semen.

The red rubber band

on the pastry

turned blue in the freezer.

I leave the door open

to help it find room temperature.

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