Wednesday, 11 February 2009

descent from Olympia, the row back

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The faustian way, clipped down the rocks, his cane raised a fleece jacket from a bush, 3 ancient men emerged from the church, click, click, click with sticks.
The BBC Lamar and Jupitus merge from a cave. Ladies and Gentlemen Tommy Banner, Pete Budd, John Miles, and Sedge ‘The Wurzels’, Cpt BillBaileys ‘Manglewurzel’, stood on his knee, ‘Well, I thought Willy Nelson’
I drove my tractor through….they chased him round the haystack, a lark flew up a tree, lifted a stick, whooommmmph’,
I’ve got twenty acres,....glorius a sunscorched
again the cane swiped, over he went,
and you got thirty three…
.left, left, left they spread out, the elder, held half way up a stick, a flat iron bowl, bong, whomph, violently dealt crack!, tunk, bonk, collapse,
but I’ve got a brand new combined harvester
edged under the olive groves, stared under his chin bink, whip, the stick,
and I’ll give you the key
he siddled, over he went,
and Stephen bought the cane upto his shoulder. Hattie wandered into Manatoo in a brown paper bag with eye holes, sush, na,na,na, sush, a fishing boat galloped in. From a eery Michael(Rowe) accordion, guilimot, ‘pretty’, Stephen glanced out. Mrs Corelli upon the ‘bull horned’, 8 wheeled bathe scarfe sub, ‘heave, heave, heave’, clunk click, over the hill, she went, clank, clang, rumble, rattle, the town pulled her in, she fell on her face, men jumped out. Hattie climbed into the boat, sat cross legged, Mrs Corelli, sat cross shinned on the Quay. Russety arm on mast ‘ahoy, my love’, ‘a woman’, Stephen rowed, anchors swayed, pole at front moved, ‘ow, I don’t think we’ll go down there’, splash, splash, below a swaying golden bust, with beady blue eyes, ‘give life to the dummy’, 'ward of the evil eye', rowed up the boat.

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