Friday, December 30, 2005

The Wise Fat Vet Falls Over Perhaps.

Between six and nine
he reads Saint Einstein
disputes bitterly with his butler
the supposed straightness
of any straight line
Claims to be, He
the long lost cousin of
The Lone Ranger, ghostwriter
to Mister Sherlock Homes, the inspiration
behind Cutlers songs, behind Milligans poems
Says he
is the green rain
that drenches wet
the limp geography, that soaks soundlessly
the ancient monument built there
invisibly, upon the creators hot soup
And the stories we make up
in order to masque us
finally measure us.*

*In Radford's revised and printed version (Collingwood 1998)
the last line reads: "will finally entangle us."

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

hops

and daily he spoke a joke
a jewelled jargon of juggle jump
and fluid pump

a stutter of brief starts and short stops
that hopefully shuttered up
their un-shuttered
shops

of mops
and crops

so jump deviate and originate
then revise
devise
and further develop

a work of hooks and hitches
of sly itches
and bounding nots

than can hooligan up
a hopping hoot of hunch
a terrrible hump jump
of harsh reply

a playfull cry
of manners and mindless
mendacity
that monkies alive a monster
of anarchist molest

with a whiff of stiff jiff
into a barely understandable
meaning

that is joyfully groundless
that joyfully

ungrounds

Friday, December 23, 2005

"And cleaverly he contaminated each individual scene with his own unique scent..."

dada sandwich

between
two slices of bread
both white both buttered
place one large brown
unbuttered
other

Sunday, December 11, 2005

"and daily he spoke a joke a jewelled jargon of juggle jump of fluid pump that relieved a previous banana fall of all the tall..."

Friday, December 02, 2005

"Here, we only issue perishable permits."