Bring me sunshine in your smile, bring me laughter all the while’, Lawerence LLewelyn stood in the doorway, ‘Russel, no, no, leave the cases’, a feather fell from the stuffed bears nose, ‘owwwmph, great burke, get out of the house, HENRY! , I wonder who he was, Tony!', 'Ronnie Corbett, enchanting, lay him flat for my altar’, 'Unhand me', 'language, language, language, are you growing?, yes I believe you are, stubble!’. Ronnie looked the other way.
‘Hannibal!’, ‘a little bit of flesh and we’ll clone you, keep you and torture you on and on’, her hands tensed, and head folded, ‘how do you like that, no forensic department, we’ll clone me, how do you like that, on and on’, ‘Hands by your side’, ‘Clarisse’, Clarisse, ‘I’ll put that cloner in me first, or maybe Hattie Hayridge (Dreambird)', Hattie woke with a fright, sweat dripping on her chest, anchored in blue, floating in Greece. ‘Must have babies!’.
Lawerence nips round the back, sheds alright, ‘burglars, an ancient stone path, sign of entry, dingy, a shute, a white leg, spooks, weeeeeeee, pop, so who are we’, ‘Ozzy’, Lawerence flips out a knife and slits the flour bags. Russel puts a Tarot card, 'The hanged Man, Annas near’, over the hearth, 'a revolver, is it loaded, three bullits', Whacks the fireplace and the lights go on, Ozzy and Lawerence with a chicken under his arm, walk round the side of the house. Russel came in, ‘Tea, Ozzy, flour your white as a sheet’, Tony shuffles cards, ‘I saw three girls in the kitchen and Rons not talking, ah, the phone excuse me,……The queen,.........in the armchair,…certainly....up against the wall?’.
‘Sing hosanna, sing hosanna, sing hosanna, to the king of kings’ , a brown woody lifts onto the fourcourt, and Winifred, Marie, and Susan climb out. Lawerence picked up the loud hailer, ‘deep breath, deep breath’, rumble, tumble rtumble, ‘and shoooo………it’, soot drifted out of Mrs Hayridges front door, Ozzy puts down his teacup, and took of his spectacles, and approaches the hearth around a sooty heap,
Ozzy bends to the fireplace, ‘Oh dear, calm down ladies, cinders hang', ‘too-dare, too-dare’, 'whats going on here then', Tony peeps round the partition, Russel put the ‘The magician card’ next to Ozzy, ‘A pooka, yes a mischieves spirit or elf,..gin pots..crankpots..well… that runs backwards…mischief..and more famously the Bentink hotel’, ‘Yes it’s no longer there'.
In the garden, ‘Tony’, ‘Mrs Nanar’, she runs with her upturned ghost gun, ‘this wasn't scorched’, a rusty, and burnt out fire engine, a body falls to the floor, a wheelbarrow and rope and I bounced back to the house. 'Sooty', Winnie, Marie, and Susan were in the tin bath, with a bathing ball, I and Russel stood in the hearth, ‘I feel like a shopping trolley'. Russel stared into the water…'Death, oooohhh’, I took the card, ‘oh well no house and home for you three', they all stared, 'Shuffle accross that’s hot’, 'Is Death bad', blackclouds held his...Russel started looking up the chimney, 'Gemini the twins equality ruled by death (the balance, libra), nemesis the hanged man or Anna. 'Annas in the chimney...breathe in Anna', soot flew whoooosh out of Mrs Hayridges front door, heave ho, heave ho, someone in da chimney called Anna, someone in the chimney we know, swayin and givin it ain a worth a livin swingin, and a ribbin with the sling below, the rope tensed, heave ho, the sooty column raised the pretty bubble.
Thursday, 8 January 2009
around without target
Tuesday, 6 January 2009
Watchers in the woods
Lee, ‘Ow, ow, apparently, Mrs Hayridge…..Adams the Gardener...... ancestors, were really quite, agnostic at the time, as now, and built a civilized world, here whilst.....’, down a grassy trail, 'Bills old house', wellingtons by 3 ply gate ‘KEEP OUT’, a Picasso hanging on the wall, a small stove, and beyond a steel café table, an empty pussers rum bottle on the doorstep, and H.M.S Ulysees in the window, ‘Never forgotten’, on a walnut plaque, a family of 8 red eyes stared from the window, they started to run, the ‘ni, ni, ni, ni, ni’, nails on a blackboard sound of the alarm behind them. Beyond Mrs Hayridges Holly hedge, Lee with sickle, a stone auroch, ‘runes, the same in adjacent lines, gobble-de-gook in reverse, a permanent lock’, a green post horn lay in the trees, little dragons skip along the path, ‘half an acre of illicit drugs beyond Mrs Hayridges holy hedge’, Lee picked Mrs Nanar a flower. A branch quivered in the light, a fountain, darting fairies swam in the water, a white light shone on his face, whack, whack, ‘oh good shot’, ‘birdy on the eleventh’, two white caps, four distinctive shoes, and two golf clubs walk from the bush behind. Gallop, gallop, in the wood, a dark figure steps behind a tree, as Nina runs by, ‘whack’, ‘whack’, ‘a partridge in winter?’, ‘oh bad luck old chap’, two caps look at one another ‘the bunker’, A pillbox looms on the grass, ‘closed’, ‘not closed’, she was inside, the mantle shuddered to earth wind and fire, embossed in orange hexagonals, in the middle a black latex chair turned to meet her, around it nine seats in a semi-circle, Innes, Gilbey, Wakeman, Jarvis, Lloyd-webber, Brandfridth, Nutkin, Atkinson, Prachett, Nina put on the translucent rhubarb helmet, and pressed the button marked ‘pop’, the fins flew out, images flashed, the sound of a motorbike engine, roared, ‘spots rolled through the silo, The tft blinked, the garden, the ghostly mare swept up in a vortex, Nina drops the flag, ‘four’, and Mrs Nanar fell asleep, a copper finger scratched her back, a rocket smoked like a cigarette, burst, out of the silo, ‘sail on honey, sail on sugar’…..and the goodie at the end with the pipe appeared, ‘4 minutes to go and bang, welldone the lot of you’..and then the tape broke.. To be cont.
King size, Life size
Lee Evans, stood on the steps, too much to do in the imaginary world, A brass chariot with brass wheels stood in the berberis. A king size marble plinth, ‘smoooth’, his feet sat on the bed, the moon shone like the sun, ‘and the roof changes colour with the wind…sensitive to passing pressure,….a lump in the marble', it grew, a botham, hair, a bossum, Lee gazed into the trees, a lilting head, a straw in marble teeth, the sheet ‘curved, and slid from a shoulder, and began to slide, Lee 'bzzzuuummmm, bzzzzuuuummmmm', an unearthly green vibrated in tune, through the marble, his eyes raised, whomp, with a marble pillow, Lee topples out of bed, heavy breathing came under the ground. Mrs Alfred smiled, ‘Mrs Hayridges green room, flowers kissed around the doorway, a liana curled around her breast, a blush red octopus frond, uncurls past her shin, ‘he, he he he he’. Came from the corner, flowers opened, a filigrey of fine white hairs, led, to a ‘fly trap’ tunnel, veins bubble purple sap through the walls, a leaf rose, a giant green sausage, ‘um, delicious’, Mrs Alfred, pampered it with pollen spores, a brush, brush, brushing, came from the door. The clock struck. Nina floats in the clouds, the wind lulls, she falls, flump into her dress, ‘Lee, Lee, Lee’, Lee runs across bracken, across pond, misses crossroads. She grasps her hem, and opens her legs, topple, fllluuump, and floats, into the caribou head, over a lodge doorway and Mr Evans in a puddle. Canoe on the roof, shields on the outside, a stool rested under a door, ‘I’ve explored Avebury Avenue, a woolly rhinocerous’, isn’t it the wrong way round’, ‘it should have the stool underneath, the humbolt, 1857, a pushalong buffalo that plays- home on the range’. Mrs Nanar, just in the Indian flag sat on a tree stump, eating shreddies, and looked out, ‘ah, Indian Independence day’, ‘no 15th August, when all we Indians are independent’. In his ‘hos’ hat, hand on brow, he stares out over the moose head, hoot, hoot, ‘ah, the golden wheel, its for me!’. Lee lies down to read, ‘are you lonely’, ‘I like a woman, who likes everything, and everybody’, Nina picks up the spear. To be Cont…
The temple of the invisible men
Round and smart, with a cherry on the top, along came one, with a grin one day took a cherry bun, and spirited away’, two giant eyes followed Nina and Mrs Alfred, from room to room, and into the attic, ‘The nursery’ a small boy stood with a pot on his head in the corner, bzzzzzaaam, Mrs Alfred opened the next door, ‘chilly, a harpsichord’, Nina stands the rocking horse on its side, and picks up some crayons’, a mans sobbing came from across the floor, raarrr, raarrr, take me to the seaside, take me, take me to the seaside', ‘you want your crayons', ‘whack’, a cane with hand, Nina, ‘how high up is that’. On the lawn the shadow of a man in night gown crouches on the chimney pot. Mrs Alfred lights the fire. Whooosh, his gown flies up, and it disappears down the side of the house. Nina opens the window, and puts her big brown bear by the curtain. In the reflection, ‘ a gas mask and sten gun, leap into the room, Nina bounds onto the roof. ‘Smarthy, hum back……..a nuthery’, Ann stands on the rocking horse, and climbs through the hatch, into the loft space. Mrs Alfred lights the candles, the match blows out, ‘damn’, whacks the wall, they all go out, takes a splint gently accross the room woof out it blows, turns, and the fire blows out.
'Fustlation’, Anna pulls off her mask, ‘decorations, until next christmas’, a cracker, bang whiz, whiz, whiz, a furry string darts over the beams, a little map, ‘a pair of earings in the attic chimney breast, treasure well.............ah my high court case, Mrs Bleach, Mr Moneybags (Sir), his Mrs Stinky (commnnnnnn), and the disappearing fairweathers. The temple understood, pulled strings like no family could, and they new I was guilty. Chakraganges, Never honour a debt to shady creditors and as they say, if their in the black your in the black. A rick-shaw clat, clat, clat, clat, Oh relaxation, phew. I’ll remove these chimney bricks, a sooty image of a hangmans noose lay in the breast, chains clanged on the roof, Anna turned, a barber, spring in his feet, jumped around the loft, 'ahhhhhhhhh', whhhhhooooshhh, bbrrfff, rrrfff, whooof, plug, down the stack, rumble, rumble, ‘helthp’, soot flies up under her arm-pits cannon, whooof, rrrffff. Whooofff, plug, ‘outcth’, soot drips down onto the hearth.
The Crate and the Fairies
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round and smart, with a cherry on the top, along came one, with a grin one day took a cherry bun, and spirited away’, two giant eyes followed Nina and Mrs Alfred, from room to room, and into the attic, ‘The nursery’ a small boy stood with a pot on his head in the corner, bzzzzzaaam, Mrs Alfred opened the next door, ‘chilly, a harpsichord’, Nina stands the rocking horse on its side, and picks up some crayons’, a mans sobbing came from across the floor, raarrr, raarrr, take me to the seaside, take me, take me to the seaside', ‘you want your crayons', ‘whack’, a cane with hand, Nina, ‘how high up is that’. On the lawn the shadow of a man in night gown crouches on the chimney pot. Mrs Alfred lights the fire. Whooosh, his gown flies up, and it disappears down the side of the house. Nina opens the window, and puts her big brown bear by the curtain. In the reflection, ‘ a gas mask and sten gun, leap into the room, Nina bounds onto the roof. ‘Smarthy, hum back……..a nuthery’, Ann stands on the rocking horse, and climbs through the hatch, into the loft space. Mrs Alfred lights the candles, the match blows out, ‘damn’, whacks the wall, they all go out, takes a splint gently accross the room woof out it blows, turns, and the fire blows out.
'Fustlation’, Anna pulls off her mask, ‘decorations, until next christmas’, a cracker, bang whiz, whiz, whiz, a furry string darts over the beams, a little map, ‘a pair of earings in the attic chimney breast, treasure well.............ah my high court case, Mrs Bleach, Mr Moneybags (Sir), his Mrs Stinky (commnnnnnn), and the disappearing fairweathers. The temple understood, pulled strings like no family could, and they new I was guilty. Chakraganges, Never honour a debt to shady creditors and as they say, if their in the black your in the black. A rick-shaw clat, clat, clat, clat, Oh relaxation, phew. I’ll remove these chimney bricks, a sooty image of a hangmans noose lay in the breast, chains clanged on the roof, Anna turned, a barber, spring in his feet, jumped around the loft, 'ahhhhhhhhh', whhhhhooooshhh, bbrrfff, rrrfff, whooof, plug, down the stack, rumble, rumble, ‘helthp’, soot flies up under her arm-pits cannon, whooof, rrrffff. Whooofff, plug, ‘outcth’, soot drips down onto the hearth.
