& mammoth mouse
& West Kirby
monster assortment
i
there
are creatures
caught
in the net
you
glimpse their faces
shadows
flickering
like
trompe d'oeil
working
scheming & set
against
our life style
monsters
surround us
ii
the
coke rat
being
marsupial
as
soon as it's born
crawls
up a fella's nose
safely
inside
stays
5-10 years
collecting
60s porn
&
celebrity panty-hose
iii
the
hep cat
walks
upright
wears
Wellingtons
made
of Indian rubber
moonlights
in
fish
restaurants
sans
Michelin stars
dines
on cordon blubber
iv
the
moon seek king mole
puts
shades on at night
takes
pictures of holes
kinda
looks outta sight
who
knows where he goes
nosing
high talking low
does
he soak in the flow
or
blow dry with the fly
v
the
landed eel
or
windsurf snake
with
its Timex Oyster
is
a nose-balancing fake
but
don't ask for the time
as
it winds up yr drive
just
behave & smile
for
Madam's sake
vi
the
pigmy elephant dive
bombs
airfields drives
daft
tanks & murders
the
beats of beasts
but
the mammoth mouse
overturns
its worst
shedding
catloads
of
worser verse
vii
the
elf
of
Delf
has
got
himself
so
starry
blathered
he's
tar &
feathered
viii
the
duke horse merchant is
as
always on the loose
&
trailing screws
accrued
fantasy blows
he
from his bellows
hoof
art's genius
ix
the
cagey bee lands
on
a prickled lobe
of
its cackled ass
&
oh how ridiculous
his
galosh knee cough
spews
honey & lemon
while
a gypsy mouth
licks
it off in heaven
x
a
predator's predator
swept
through rivers
scooping
up fresh water
sharks
with its jaw-jaws
bring
back the spindoctorsaurus
&
her deep sea cousin who
so
far has eluded all our
attempts
at their reincarnation
xi
in
the words of deepfrog
frack
in hell mate
you
playing at Bogart again
few
are might ah suggest
reeling
in the years a bit
on
account of yr elf
an
cut in dan on a fags
xii
electric
bats in Hoylake & West Kirkby
first
period PE followed by geography
then
French & the long queue for lunch
for
do
unto
others as you would have them do unto you
regard
this empty box its purpose unclear
though
oddly shaped for what it contains
there
is no question certain types of bat don't
spend
their days hanging upside down in caves
Far in, far up and far out, as we used to say in the 1960's. Groovy, cool, man.
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