Monday 21 December 2020

happ-e xmas / an xmas poem written by a very festive young goat-herder

 

greased wheels w/ onion kerosene
baggies of dirty cashmoney desolve slowly in acid bath
from calumney pocket devoid of sensation
erotically shielded in eye-pocket gas chamber
so this is xmas
a terrapin lightly salted is all ye get this year
horrific gods  have been gently let-down
into steam-filled bunion baths
and onion soup w/ X400
sludge-removing chemicals
a half-wind
as nanny smelts her boils once more time
for xmas! hooray!!!

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POEM APRIL 2021

Muffled behind cloud

Dragged into pieces

Before chloroform picture

Miffy put you in trance

Beware of caged eyes

A dragon cocks his eye

Brindled Schwarzenegger

Forlorn kisses in dark alley


poems for 2021 2





 

UNITILED

Tempered crumpet dials and measured in real-time handjive

Fustian straps calibrate as drizzle descends

Laughing into sleeves

Weeping into buttered curlcoms

Dossing off as tosser clerk folds his inspection limpets

The crass see-saw filching of prev.

Inspection racket is burnt into timbered eyes

As grass is chewed in far-off colony

Stroppy cats and plagued by offending treasury cow


UNITITLED

As Jack Slazenger drops to his wheels

Of bone dust we riddle the edifice

Of the drag-chamber underside

Tunnels of cheese whistle and blend with cream

Butter drips salt fashion

In a medley of pingous melting matters


derty fangle musiac

Of frayed string in mouse-hole corner

Butchered tethers, gradually skinning refusing blistering corn shield

In franked disused muddle

Lofthouse repaired from sketchbook

Smurf patterns gradually emerge amongst glowing debri

Forged bullgro insidious hatching devils


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Of fish battered and fried in oil

Braved the storms with carefree galloping gait

rival pigeons  are groaning at lack of weight in crow’s bones

fossils are revealed as the wash descends

back into primeval cupboard


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And so magnetic wheels

Are freed from their once rightful place

And Siamese twins are detached

Wet cloth pamphlets

From bygone times

When sun did shine

For weeks on end


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And bird scrapers beak action

Radio static grazes the airwaves

Combustion chamber echo dogs

Lark streaks R4

Vegetable turtle bubble


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caramel horse

popinjay fudge

echo chamber

breaks standfish

night howl

encumbered by rot and grayfish


robert robot mid 2020

Robert Robot

Selfish rubber boots wearing thin

A small fragment of glass lodges above upper lip

Glimpses of moustache

Poked a hole

The cruets are dipped in low fat salad dressing

Holes dug out

And refilled

Timeless manoeuvre

And catching spilt oil with a dishcloth

Removed salt from diner table

Cramps up and gobs up breakfast

Salt and licking plaster


poems for 2021



..here are some poems we found rammed between some Thomas the Tank Engine film reels...


UNTITLED

Scundered filsh into webchats

A psychonaut carrier dragged to the bottom of the ocean

With clay headache dances into web cotton panedrome

‘who will be my lover’ a remembered whistle into bovid dayscheme

Frantically tugging a chain, a gift from a mime in factory town

Semantics copied out into chug-boat

Drawing vulture copy into paper chap book

‘everyone needs a reason to rise in the morning’ chugs  Tommy

Chuggin milk drinks from the calcium bestiary

 

UNITTLED

As sundry ballings taped off the telly

Are romantically chewed between lovely teeth

Little bobby whiplets

Came creamy from the underside of a value cow

Shletered in masses

The volvo grove peeks out

Between blistered cheeks

And hiccups like a stewed toddler


UNITITLED

Once taped and replayed

Everywhere seems to be squashed

Into the mind of a quilt

A talky ghost whispers in your face

A faint odour of sham meats

Gustily partaking of roughsex

Positioned equally between trunket and bust

Scotch-tape renders the cracks invisible


by the way - if you are writing real poems and you say to yerself ' these poems here do not follow the ascribed laws of poetry and are thus rendered futile , sham and dreadful' - i cannot argue with this asertion. fuck it


ROBERT ROBOT 2021

 


Tight fist balls limp fruit peelings

From upper pocket pokes cloth calendar

Robot Robert cringes as lowtide strikes

Weeping into a soiled hankie, this can’t be ‘appening

‘twas all a dream

Workshop infants toss around  premature pups

As stained-eyeglasses are dipped

Into some pungent X400

That’ll do the job, dad

Was it all a dream? Asks he

As , laying out flat to alleviate bad dorsal, he squares up his already prominent lower –jaw

Puts trousers back on

Combs hair and folds out penknife

‘this will be what will be will be’ he confusedly mutters


thankz 2 G F Compton 2021