Parlour Games
Plod plod park and bone
Intone
Drown deeply down
Viscous waste uncouth veritable thunderstruck, tree top errr …
Corduroy pine ads
Oddments
Ardent waistcoats
Westerly wander veer and left stream tear dun kneecap down
Argue act anon
Amble
Anticipate
Aver avere avare avevo un’anima
Bears bake in beer parks only/abrupt/petulant/paradise/dill pickle
Carpe diem, no cleaner fluid extract
Dead drunk and properly pickled
Everywhere and nowhere three metres apart
Fickle, fastidious
Go batter an eyelid
High hotel tea leaf spare fallen, ahoy, ahoy, captain ahoy
Walt Whitman alert, busy the Fifth Avenue paridesco
No nowhere: past ancient oaks the river sourly runs sour sourly down along or cannibal on heat
Boil and trouble with kero undertaking
No heroes here, no abracadabra magic to yon ear, no hippo no himlet no Hamlet, Hannibal, Hercules or Hyacinthus stiff column disease identified 1972, a year for epidemics of all sorts
Marble tankards at every roadside stand striped beach umbrellas askew on shore
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Sing a little song for me
Slingshots of misfortune
Oh Gods of Thin Hopes, a persevering angle beneath the weights machine, the linguaform resuscitation via the lungs, the plywood pulmonaries pulsating with fierce endeavour
A glimmer here a glimmer there anywhere, a spark, a sliver, a rancid call
The spirit level rising and falling take your pick
Deliberate demonics, the open road, the lover’s comforting arm
The armchair of desire
A message sealed in a bloc of ice
A cantilevered opera straight from Beijing
Dish of delicious noodle
The dead dancer, expiry date 3 December
Lizard on the road, cortisone dead with guts hanging out
The awaiting lizard, turd in the hole
The barking gecko high up scuttles the white wall and no true relief
A branch expands our view the river plain and simple
Ba ba ba ba ba ga na da da da da da
Message from Iceland
Reykjavik go cluck and expire deeply
No curtains, no dribble sales person
No hunky-dory
No tribal
No miniform polity
No morse code responses
Tango Lima Sierra, fish soup
Tin Can Bay
Hazardous rejoinders from the genetical past
Blue Elk Disease
A day tripper
Managua
Portos Ingracias
Vertigo bites
Sonny Bill and Sarah Jane
Wells Fargo and Mongolian hot pot
Mur-mur-mur-ma
Fiddle- fiddle-de gros
Magnanimous-magnanimous-magnanimous-magma
There was a path once where this path don’t won’t go
False lovers life livers
No livewire in these several quarters
The forbidden lifeboat
The minotaur at the Royal Exchange
The adventitious but fruitless encounter
Sparks fly!
Worms dance a secret dance in their wormhole
Brolgas parade
Emus peck at papers and thin air
Cobar calling, Cobar
And the restless tirade of inert matter
Here at the two way: Yibekkan oba, yibekkan oba
Over and out
Bzzzz bzzzz bzzz
This poem was originally published in Artist Profile, Issue 46, 2019.
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