He'd poisoned Madeleine with his 'weeping' and moanin' at his pitiful so called River
Piedra sound like one those rediculous PAstine Mermaids would go 'wild' swimmin'
in when real country men and their babe swam in a river all summer long, quite contented
before their aqbundantly plenishy term was ever invented
(oohhh the dip i took lastereve designed to be at bat flyin time
a real hard man's workaday...
backbone never supine
despite the shiver down it....
"well i met her high up upon their very underwhelming moor
seeing her sylvan form and scrawny whippets
some bloody Greatest beauty....
i did miss one heartbeat, but 'them' dogs not for me...
i did thoughtbubble jimmy and his crickets
i mean you can't make this up,
but ... hmmm artists not one down here worth their truck
and kindof having enquired learningly
let it pass, no such luck
But then.... hmm a van....and a skinny one.... who IS she..?
"ahhahhh the gitl from the cleanin' babe song...
as high maintenace, type A, whippet persona no doubt, too...
thinks no one could be her match...
But i guess if twas a cold winter then i may need a warmin'....ruck
sack, of fine older bones to light the fire inside, with
some of the time...
And then, ok what's her handle
just in case i run out of candle....
..... (having assed the direst art,
the usual prostitution pastiche feyest load of dumbed down dross,
seaside sickness, fingerjabbin's of one or other tart
callin' 'emself artiste...... based only on a wallet fat enough
to afford, once...a workshop at five hundred quid and a boit of a cliff edge ponce
around pain brush in hand
not even a fairy and her REAL magic wand
could transform their lack of art, passion, heart and hate
into a pissy little 100 quids worth of farmers gate
saying something real and performance art
and a fabulous alive, neigh all of life, chat like our first encounter
("ehh heyyy up, fayre maiden, i think ive just trespassed through your feypeep place...tell me prey what is it this strangely sublimish hilltop colony.... "
"hmmm i wonder what the website counter
says about her popularity....
because fuck me up it with 'BASILlllll!!!!!!!!' s most homoerotic special brush
"when i saw her paintings, too....
my heart skipped a beat, this time times two"
Anyway who was that enemy?
Bad slan unthought just start 'n type
bad poetry just cannot stop
Even if six quid a loaf in her shop
"me i learned to be as good as commie
thats how you stay ..happy"
Oh yes did i say
THE lady from the cleranin' lady song
hahh hahh up to the beginnin'
Mister 'go find the other better guru the OTHER side of the hill
and then you won't need your suburban or London happy-pill
go to hell,
Senor Coelho
I know what rivers are really for....
" met my match"
fires need to be set by a real...
man's atch,
And there's one just by her hilltopen 'private' gate
hmmm ... good job i don't believe in signs
yet more voodoo masturbatory, self hate
But you do know, when....
kairos comes and bites you on your bun
now and again.
