HIS SHELL-LIKE
Hector stalks
no kidding
a plugged ear set to cruise
the I don’t think so
as it shepherds representation
along the stucco and butts
all pout and fangs
sharks set to press
the flesh and hoary dementia
so come
in the ballet
of the shadow of the fund-raiser
as the airs waters
and places turn small fry
over the mooning colon
you will dance
the protestant light
fantastic and work pathos
come on all weary
FROTH OF THE FROTHER
some bosom magister
turns nasty
burns the dislike of like
into banking bruisers
medal of sad account
it seduces pulling power
to the double-breasted yawn
bloke
in gravity’s graces
and clean geometries of nerve
but soft
what foam lifts yonder
mark that more and query
master killjoy on
his accursed adverbs
l’état c’est moi
he concurs
and changes the subject
SIGH OF THE OPPRESSED
well now Tyro
you do rare take my fancy
lend it ears
upon the bitchy flood of so so
and fallow lips
roasting pain
that each dart and stupid
gives in to
what with filmy glasses
in the prevailing
no no for once
cuts the sir custard
till no account is not gone into
but is as briefly put as this
ah: je suis miserabilist
take me to your leader
for I know his legions
have slept with his hymns to largesse
BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT
deft isn’t in it
that flaming halibut
shows off the fudge implicit
lacks that pass for plot
as if to bolt
down arguments is not cool
and they don’t
vengeance and charmed
give good crack
up up and away in their
racked lambs
unhand me here
ye myrmidons of obliquity
there are mortal longings
all the way up the trouser
and not a word against it
save that its
crush on the orthodox
has little to commend it
MARK OF THE BEAST
slow goes the low
givings of the glib
and strangely pedestrian wildness
delegates to pain
sucking up to Cassandra
in purse and deed
more flesh to hack off the system?
and I can’t say I blame you
though I do
wrongs to conceal
a true cost
as the foregoing
falls
giddy on down the gross
then takes to humanism
like a dog on praise
electric to dissolve in law
and in its light dying
what a trick vapour
and slugfest
TREASON OF THE CLERK
famine inserts take
the stick to text
come bathos and so on
blood all over
the shop
and tyranny of the oeuvre
gone if and only
that brain in the vat piqued
to mush the purple purple
and nothing but
what instruments then
do a body lend
larks on drapes
of the piss elegant
left wondrous sensible
and not lived in
all rise for the slipper
roar of doubt and
hard noses
give me thunder
give me sky
give me sharp trousers and a lighter touch