1. An Unpaused Hour
Nine tings chase sanity.
Our guru twiddles
A crow’s sequined wings.
Passions jump off wheezes,
Dashed at the holdall’s
flames.
Breath-sucks gyrate the room.
***
2. Bar 64
A Jagger-lipped ox
Smirks in its float-bowl.
The lampstand’s crimsoning.
“Quirks,” underbreaths our
tiddly guru,
“Aren’t without their suns”.
***
3. Breakfast Ritual
Our guru tub-thumps Ouija learning
Into an atom that coggles.
The rubber shark’s dulceting
“Mack The Knife”.
The Ground Of Being’s egohood
Watusi’s tailwards.
High-muckety, we TLC our
sanctified protocols.
***
4. Financial Break, No Cheques
This megacosm flumps –
An undisplayable apparition.
We’re diluted by marvelment.
The journey’s butt is an
oblivion-fresh
String-puppet butterfly
That coaxes dust
In the attic of our mind fuzz.
Our guru belches –
A pixie’s stage whisper.
***
You’ve unfolded these Vanity
Fair bodies
Spanning into destiny’s lap.
Poppycock has no improving.
Thighs of our guru’s apostles
Shall be gunked
By Dolly, the sponge-puff
mermaid.
Xanadu’s here, well-earthed.
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