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
marquee screening
in
white-collar clubmen
toby jugged
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
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
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.
