stars wash away sandmans act as my hand apart. attach. stay warm

Gray wall, fat cat yawns. A blank way splays all days. Flash a black flame, pack a mad rat Tat Tat Tat

That man grasps that man’s a pawn, that dawn’s a handstand and star-fall’s my lawn; that days fall by glass, sand and landmass stacks that wash past drawn swans and art and what a lady says and can’t and sand-cast brass bands. That man grasps that man’s an ant. That man grasps that land’s a […]

Roy, doctor, MP: long top of polls, Two sons, no dog; strong on God; Smooth. Owns TopShop stocks. BBC vox pops show: “Doc Roy good for London”; “Doc Roy’s on top”; “Looks good for top job”. Doc Roy MP’s cosy. Too cosy. Doc Roy’s got sloppy. On London docks, Tom spots Roy’s boy toy. Not […]

Sam flaps past, calm as a mad bat, Hasn’t a map, sans hat, fad clad, A sad dad at a crap party. Grabs a stand and – Hardly a bard, Sam plays anyway. Crazy jams and whammy bars and… flat, flat, flat. Can’t play any jazz, and jazz fans pack all stands – Sam’s bad […]

A flag hangs and Sang that day, A man ran at lands, All maps drawn far as A man marks a way; Glad talk and stars fall Back. As a flag hangs, A man walks back And sands mark a land As art marks a canvas.

Sparks crack stars, black as aardvark abysses, and art. Arcs trap brash BMWs, as drag wasps snarl at fast, craft flaws. Warmth gnaws at catalysts, snaps at cars’ last mark: Saharan strata drafts. Crash-clad, A5 bawls at shanty byways, all caravans and hay carts. Lazy rays gray; a flash day. Cars halt at last, as […]

Tabby slams wacky tracts at Panda. Panda yawns, “Away and gnash tabby!” – sad and all banal. Aw, Tabby; tall and arch, “Any black cash?” and back at Tabby: crass and sham. “Any hack tart?!” Tacky and gay, Tabby’s away and yawns back at Panda.

Class starts. Al stands apart by Mary-Ann, awkwardly. As half man, half aardvark, (and all arms) Baths – says Al – lack charm. Crazy, Mary-Ann always stays and stands. And gasps. Al hands Mary-Ann a pack: “Hurrah! Classy Nasal Caps!” says Mary-Ann. Aww: Happy at Last.

A warm and calm May day Ava grabs a branch and plays Draws a path and says ‘Ha, that’s Ava’s way!’ Day falls fast and Ava gasps At a black sky that clasps many stars “Why, can a man stand as grand as a star?”

Drank a glass, had a fag: That’s a start…at dark, lay back, Watch stars amass: a grand And awkward sprawl. All that’s bad at dark shall fall All that’s bad shall fall, shall pass. At dark, man can say: – Was always sad; am happy at last. Can man stay happy? Can’t say. Why ask?