Wednesday 9 September 2020


An emotion of shoes fitted 
to thank the Government!
GOD selling on the plea shortage yes
hung from a peg yes standing 
in half a dozen half-acres 
of pseudo-park regurgitated, 
yes I speak of Taplow, 
Burnham and Bray
the world is one magnificent shop 
on green and pleasant land you
can sell whatever you want!

To share the name of our village
when it spreads and you feel grateful
remember it uses numbers,
measurements and indicators
in early warning systems that’s
physics up the crane on Wimpey
building sites to harmonise 
with the semi-detached villas
as our mission statement 
and preserving this exclusive ambiance
at least one servant must be forced 
into the smallest practical size 
and should be kept to the rear of 
the property, below the ridge line
and out of sight of any unsympathetic
shopfront elements putting me in ecstasy 
to waste, death, violence 
and animal cruelty on Monday ask 
again to share the name of our village!

Ask genetic egress its appetite 
to share the name of our village
and then leave social starlings
use keypad to enter First name, 
Last name and extension number surrounded by
the air islands remember our village
in the wind over half a dozen half-acres! 
and the water closet flows 
none other than the maternal silk 
ribbon that shoots pure hot bliss 
and you will be the reason of 
these names and you will be natural and clean
and you can share the name of our village! 


A crap misaim bottle of sable 
colour wired together 
in clop of blondish tuff
ask for dodo meat outside 
for old times sake an obsolete light 
stills silk jackets out in  
Cookham melt brittle toenails to the sun 
purlin in defect blat pril this sweet air, 
wherein my joys are a chest pain 
under the drooping floors 
its satyr chorus of imperium 
hard-ons this soil 
is grace and favour like eaves 
shaded long in a psychodrama 
submissive loyal to portfolio
marquee screening kindred grandezza
in nacreous snail trail all popped 
white-collar clubmen moue in tandem 
toby jugged ranine dinner speech  
muzzle the coffers, mine hence not yours


Daddy Pig chortles disinfectant while
the carousel hologram of a boat race 
collides from Lubberland just wait 
two thousand leagues in Dover alone
all foppish fair haired boys ahoy in traditional 
oak quad sculls shaped like Cricks double helix, 
going 500 miles an hour in pure indomitable 
pluck and will all thrusters to blunt 
heraldic bleed, Blue boys swilling 
on the beach bald coots Logie Leggatt here
to bleat and bust any crabbed youngsters!
big the wall and build it firmer this country 
faces a downhill snip on a two-bit pence!
TIME nor CHANGE occurs here until 
the formation of a Bully Furking outside Calx
dies purple white a wallop like pudding en surprise, 
for a testimonial pitch parade everyone
larping halfway in a Bad Calx bed eyed skivers
kicked on every plutocracy, 
every bureaucracy, has also been a gerontocracy
on common ladder at H.Q. Eugenics House 
given the same native ability promotion 
queue suddenly fell down a clapped out
base born whirligig, 
with sumptuary laws you must eat dunce liver 
feckless rolling around drunk it burns up 
the Church of England's grass 
so tremendous is its noxious influence
but boats as good as brains nowdays
this vast floating army cum laude 
the new dispensation sinks 
homme moyen sensuel  


Eligible children under 5 if you die
then dreadful trumpets will 
haunt your families glorious 
coat of arms burying the flowers 
deep in marshland acid pleat little
Goldilocks all your coffers dispersed 
mangled among the baying pauper nest 
trove of shirkers bone to bone,
mouth agape like skies rain cheese
yet here we lay in dreamers dream 
until an EGG germinates a frog
free from all tyranny, crazy.

Years pass and the doom cast drivers 
hurtle to hooting on the ruins 
of this devastated world our forsaken frog
is now subterranean remade in rootkit
swill out cybercart a muted blitzkrieg
transmogrified across all time 
as a failed exorcism where gen(e)mastery finds 
itself looping the inter-passive online delicatessen
4 YouTube soliloquy aeternum. 

The contemporary helices 
where your undamaged world sings 
suburbana mumbling blue hue 
the frog has amassed a large 
trove of elders gilded in the router, 
the chortle nest of haemorrhoids   
wrapped around this hived mind
perforate in callouts all doffed
and no where to go, hole closes. 

Retreating truth seekers on jiggle peak 
or wallbang this scythe 
crashing into the inner wall of
a parasitic brain its dearest 
kept patriarch cut to poor crucible,
the pageantry of urine culverts 
they gleam under light 
they shimmer in the sink 
when you wake shaking
to be found later in a hedgerow 
with bated breath carping 
a tune never forgotten likely 
melted for not being PCC’D.