Thursday 1 December 2022

Old Nick New Snapshot


 

metaphysical universe

 

twixt the Devil & the deep blue shift of space

time restricted only by the choice of lens

all my negative constructions make their case

talking ten to the enth

 

through that opening of arc the blackness shines

clipping overlaps of galaxies & back

via countless double takes in half a blink

toss my hat in the ring

 

zooming concentration camps where chickens lay

half a billion eggs a day then catch the melting ice

frozen sixteen hundred years ago when Mont

Blanc was swaddled by trees

 

smoking towers crowd the peal of churchbells out

soundless aeons unrecorded aliens

crying wolf or whopping over looted stars

it’s the triumph of hate

 

or benign the universe a scientist’s

ozone friendly petridish of animal

vegetable & mineral with abstract soup

all nutritious & good

 

 

baggage control

 

poor invisibility

dying voices from the further room

smell of engines breaking wind

 

could we see like everything

from the subatomic to the stars

if it wouldn’t trouble you

 

like the microcosmic here

to the macroeconomic spheres

stick em on the scales to go

 

problem is no vessel this

side of Kingdom Come can take the lot

home without a second trip

 

which it said’s unlikely still

doing business human style was swell

catch you on the other side

 

 

another great twit

 

Adolf’s Waterloo was at Dunkirk

Dad said England finished he would know

their mob left behind at Havre walked

half across France

 

reaching St Nazaire they heard the troop

ship Lancastria was taking on

stragglers by the ton but the lads told

you’re for La Baule

 

hungry soldiers downed their rifles groaned

but that sergeant major saved them dive

bombed the old Cunarder sank with five

thousand aboard

 

somehow Dad got home demobbed they let

go the volunteers & he was lame

handing in his lanyard worked then signed

up with the Raf

 

so our line came almost to its end

had he passed the airforce medical

testing colour blind his choice of bomb

aimer was off

 

thankfully they gave him safer tasks

keeping Merlin engines up to scratch

aircrew casualties went through the roof

fell on his feet

 

lived to tell that other tale Dunkirk

infamous St Nazaire covered up

nothing won the war but British luck

German mistake

 

had the Expeditionary Force

not escaped there’d been no army left

picture Singapore in ’42

Hitler the twit

 

 

the Pomeranian identity

 

folks in rubber boats

sporting fake Armani life

belts on hopes & prayers

surf the channel white

cliffs their target fingers crossed

lest the motors cut

out no ID cards

getting native tongues around

double Dutch on wry

 

national costume daze

folk dunce bag popes arts & rafts

aggrocultural

when the music stops

reach for your revolving chairs

bowler hats or bust

 

 

astro noughts

 

artificial intel indicates

Neptune has it in for Uranus

also Mercury by turns reports

peace is declared

 

superficially Jupiter goes

pestering celestial repose

can’t they choose whose influence to surf

once & for all

 

next up sunrise gets delayed on Earth

cos of Martian budget overruns

huh as if the stiffs out there could care

less about us

 

meanwhile Venus hides in clouds of coy

but we know for sure their acid ways

never recommend themselves to us

treat them with gloves

 

apropos your moon is out again

proud & shameless watch their banners go

like the bally army used to sing

onwards as if

 

 

extra bonus 5+1 pome

 

 

magnum cum lardy cake

 

Jesuit Von Nuremberg

runs a master race on two

steps no soft shoe shuffles goose

bumps in your face

 

leather kecked or kilted they

matchmake Muslim Orthodox

Catholic stroke Protestant

daughters & sons

 

like the owl Horatiian oath

Jessie operates outside

time & space while inside both

catch them on line

 

serving tea & buttered scones

jam with clotted cream to please

crusties fleeced in white marquees

kiddies with wands

 

crescent swastika or cross

matters not beware of fakes

onward God’s own Atheists

fortunes on plates


yes no