Humankind
I saw a pigeon in the nave
then two, at St Jude-on-the-Hill
wander, then ponder on the chequer-
board flooring, and for God they crave
or do they. My life is downhill.
From monkey, to Latin grammar.
*
I wanted to read more Montale
yet again, by Robert Lowell
such as News from Mount Amiata
or, The Coast Guard House to behave
in which I saw Harriet rave.
Could not glisten her, to sex slave.
*
Did not tumble with Brigida
full black cotton in the drama
cf The Shorewatchers' House (Judy
Upton 1996) seen at The Red Room
on 24 October 1995. Brigida was
played by Harriet Keevil. Directed
by Lisa Goldman. Setting: a coastal
village, the nineties. Near nuclear.
Nik and Brigida discovered on rug..
Persian. Cf Bradwell-on-Sea then
The Last Summer after Pasternak
Will there be another Summer,
the question on many a mind
along with the death of humankind
to Revolution in Russia.
*
Intelligence Artificial
fabricant, the superficial.
Red Bot may start murdering bot
in the path of the sullen Trot.
Epstein Limerick
He ran a quasi-Bordello
with everyone saying hello !
What the price of fellatio
Is it far better than solo.
So he was strangled. Saw too much,
now never to walk with a crutch.
J' Accuse for Liberty + 5
Certain dark parties in my ken
are 'Russian sleepers'. Come the Den
for those hard-captured in The Coup
MI9 will deep question you.
February 10th finito
Starmer Howler for Ineos
Fool, a mandate for idiocy.
Cope to stop the bastards breeding.
Who excel at stupidity.
You, staggering inanity,
ready, arrested by Army.
What, in the sound of rank howling.
Government by the appalling,
noisy with schoolyard name calling.
They know not cost of borrowing
and fickle Quantitative easing.
Too much money garners mating
and watching Strictly Come Dancing.
Under the East End, a Fatberg
too many, like a doom Iceberg.
Demo Hell after Auden
The people no longer exist.
All they want is a game of whist
or equivalent, be wistful
the multi-racial people.
A few still like to dance The Twist
and crave dollars by the fistful.
February 11th fin
Guardian Angel (May 1978)
My car lay spun a full circle.
Behind me, the tank of petrol
before the boot, horizontal
filled with ten gallons in Watford.
Coming to, a cassette still playing,
I managed to climb out.
Metal
above the full tank lay buckled
an inch or so, but the frame had
held. There had been no fireball.
*
Three days earlier, my father dead.
Summoned, I was beside his bed
in the Seventh King Edward.
I was no longer up at Oxford
and lived in Clapham for part bed.
Catherine Trauma
In retrospect, I was at l'abime
and little seemed a helpful scheme,
and sad mother was penniless.
The crash left a girl in distress :
marriage had been optional,
but my spine broke the conjugal
to her satisfaction. Testing
rayed a trapped nerve. Any attempt
at operating risked the tent
of paralysis from neck down
fifty fifty. (The Royal Free Shown).
Or, they said, stay with agony
or pain, no career liberty.
Fate Apparent
Going through all the disasters,
you find out who are the masters.
Fiona came back to die here,
in Kitchen screamed it, so unfair.
My blood ran cold at her fury,
half walking, post lobotomy.
Helen came here, with a painting,
heard of her wolverine howling,
she a very spiritual
person said Kate, not casual.
Owned a cottage in The Surrey
Hills, near Hindhead, lit badly.
To recap, the best that can be said
she led me to Rome prior dead.
February 10th
St Dominics Priory
Chaplaincy of The Royal Free.
Top floor, looked down on liberty
and we noted the greenery.
I, there, after her brain surgery.
Father had led in the Army.
Loved 'tongues down throats', in West Country.
Had worked pro Lloyds in The City,
known as a personality.
Watched Twin Towers anniversary,
for the tumbling dead had pity.
February 11th im late September 2002
Northumbrian Note
Durham Cathedral is Norman
and better than a wooden hut,
epic Romanesque achievment
beyond The Pantheon, Roman
in a way, though Northumbrian
beyond our idea of grandeur
for the time, still gathering awe.
Like Chichester, from Europa.
'Between The Sheets'
The Lucian Freud Girl In Bed
painted in 1952,
sensational for period
and we often see her anew.
Wide awake, she may remind you,
her you did not meet in a shed.
cf Lady Caroline Blackwood
Defence, Starmer
The country has been degraded
by invaders. They, be raided.
Look at the terrible East End.
Out there, they are all round the bend.
Where is the Citizenship Testing ?
No need for idiot dozing.
Most trash media, shut down
and limp ambling in Camden Town.
Onward Christian Soldiers !
and take aim from behind boulders.
If there are Phases of The Moon,
you may be in Last Chance saloon.
February 13th Friday finis
Legal Reminder
for Stuart Miller and Highbury
Do claim millions from The Met...
for Conspiracy to pervert
and of Court, Claimant contempt.
Finally, the CPS had nought.
Another guilty one : Maybot.
Attempted murder, not forgot !
Who, bent on revenge ? Hogan-Howe
on coal near Antwerp, SHAEF/Nato
strike-procured by Colonel Guy Long,
family friend with a sharp tongue.
Final Hearing brought by 'MET HQ
UNITS' at Highbury Magistrates Court.
February 14th email note generated 4Z
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Oxymoronic Come-On
Freya India, from Essex
with a glowering Saxon stare
but right on Generation Z
and worrying on lack of sex
or, worse on slick pornography
as an alt. in celibacy,
hard-to-define chastity :
but what is sex, in Franco glee ?
Essex Girl promiscuity
and limb, for wandering TV.
February 18th
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