The innards of big bars booming

assuming the looming bloom of 

yorn’s nestling nuggets teasing up

a hell of a tingle as Memory’s 

anecdotes come tumbling with cheer  

and mad morsels a’coming too and 

Factoid’s fun aunt Claire

and tidbit titbits chips and other snippets of Something’s

mouldering Medicine that comes in spoonfuls 

and mouthfuls may wonder why and Scoops as well 

on whether or not the trove and pearls and ivory beads

and other pretty little pieces in Pocket’s protected pouch 

Picked apart and brooches a’banged up

and rubies a’reminiscing while Briolettes a’letting loose

and longer we no have to pin pendants on plumages

To pegging carnelians on charmeuses and   

and Necklaces’ in a’twist yelling to Earring’s 

solitary cousin Seashell and something’s Awry

Remembering mending and Recollections are

Commemorating While commanding outermost mention

As Attention’s engrossed in golden coasters 

Telling of toasts too Rare and how the crumbling corners

of Cake’s well-kept secrets seem somewhat subliminal

the while Whisperings welcome a Wild measure of Witticism

As Minutiaes of Midcentury’s demented Crackpots

too take on the Brainpan’s musings and oddities

outnumber the ordinarities when it tinkers on           

of taverns Tip-bars let us Tick-our Sip-stars 

Jimbalini with a speedy heave and Harold’s 

Hippie-wife Henrietta quick to thieve 

the proper position in line 

coming in a’strong place of seconds and

sometimes Third’s the charming Richard

racing raggedy Doll’s topsy Sister Samantha

whose Arm’s a muscle turning Table’s a’top down

the while in wonder pondering on 

the Night’s big tussle scuffle sip  

Hassle’s hell raising hobo Intervenes

invoking the amendment to frivolous Merrymaking

while Shaking some takes on Headache’s  

Terrible milk cakes and daughters a’here too

and sons a’steering long left     

And Peter’s pretty much ever present

and passes Morrow’s medals to juvenility

Not the variety of Vanilla ice-cream kept in coolers

Behind the ruling bar of professional Droolers 

And Pixilated Paul’s sweet corner

cobbling the ever shoes of last Century’s

wicked horses and Howffs a’full   

swarming with soaked boozers in trips of

one two three but no more than four

and figuring out what to order next 

As the Haunt’s happy wings

Fling flirtation into flight    

Howffs a’more full now

and Cigars in sync and Clubs a’jamming

Drinkers thinkers tipplers Dipsomaniacs in slur

and tongues on Holiday housing flees

You See flees? Say so to the telling Sweethearts on leave  

and Alkies a’nephew Wino in on way 

And drunkards a’vacant stare on vacation 

directing Coconuts and keeping barflies safe

in Sound’s tippling tremors and druggies

brand-new friend Drew with arriving nephew Goo

grappling with the sombre-looking saliva

slipping down the corners of their chew 

and Howffs a’ever more full

tosh-bosh piffle-blabber tittle-tattle

hooey-honey hippie-dippie tommy-rot

drivel-drop diddle-daddle jumbo-mambo

poppy-cock trap-clap taradidddle guff-gob

codswallop Tidely-om-pom-pom

Gobbledygook! 

And Fleshpot’s a’purring and 

The taprooms bad-fumes Ballroom’s bedroom

Spurs a’spanking as Cimex Lectularius 

tickles some trouble into tap-dancing toes

and looming saloons measured legrooms

a’swelling, Swinging Softs sounds in spelling

yelling, ‘Watch out for the pair of prattler!’

and Nook’s a’staring, and crannies and confines

and quarters where well-kept secret’s simper

whispering of Wild’s admirers and the sugar-babies

sweeping tastes bound to bring simple states of

Star’s twinkling winkle sliding slipping gliding

gripping siding riding the divine episodes of 

Life’s raging Wagon wheeling reeling squealing 

along the psychedelic whip-tracks 

and tending to no-one as the once formidable Captain

Crayon Quipped before skippering his ship to Wales

then Scotland to wish plague on the people who popularised 

the bagpipes formally known as the piping bags of bollocks 

For as Shylock once spoke in Shakespeare’s scribblings

found in connotations of The Merchant of Venice

In nothing’s something of phrase found formidable

and so finally finding it fit for citation 

Simmering somewhere and fledges on as follows 

‘When the bagpipes sings I’ th’ the nose cannot contain their urine’

Then Crayon the Commodore captained his crew to TORTUGA 

and sought pleasantries in places 

where Nightscape’s glittering whip

wields wishes and They come true, You?

Yes. You. True to you. On we continue

As the lengthy tips of Bohemian Bacchanalia trips

Troubling those who find not fit 

Daring’s quibbling queen Decadence

and Prince’s a’play-person is here too as the 

Saturnalia subsets sending Side’s wild WOAH!

to drive until mouths a’dry and one wonders what

ticking clock of tide may chirp chip chirrup         

as Queendoms Princedom Kingdoms 

come along too and 

You got your fine old and not-so-firm ladies 

with lashes worth a fair wobble 

and tips we find troublesome on some types 

Tickling ashes as a Shines a’taken 

for a tripping dip 

insides of the vast and vicious scapes of 

trays for Descending cigarettes 

and as the thick likes of lips and chins

Chips with Grins and grubby little scripts

struggling to send Star’s vessels 

to Tussle’s tempting love-lands

to settle the Unsettling subject surrounding Stardom

Wrapped in turning tongues 

Mumbling of amendments with the Intent to Irritate

Narrating a nugget or two sprung from the young 

versers strung in the unsung pages of ‘Fee-fi-fo-fum!’

And pretty much every perturbing preposition

potters on with petals purposely prone to Prestidigitation 

And sometimes cinders smell of sunflowers 

sailing on Courses set for sinking

And a Shipwreck’s lodged in the

bed-gone splash-down countdown ghost-town  

and a Nightgown’s escaped the basement

but the takedown continues til touchdown

and cheeks a’coming too

and twelve wild hairs on leave, on leave? 

Yes left now, as Nothing’s cruel and 

crispy chips of skin scaffold on 

stick flick lick pick click tick chick?

What which?

We’re summoning rhythms to the

blushing beats as faces fondle on, gone? 

Lick click flicking tics to sick until dawn, drawn?

Spawning yawns while Yesteryears wishes a windup with seconds 

and excavations of the tray turns true

when Tallying waitresses wearing bands of waists around their hippies

their hyped hippies

with rosy lippies they rumble up tippies

and hissing not lisping

at the piss-perverts with Peaches not Pears for eyes

loving not-so-much the scene

The sweaty scene where grease has final wording

supplying scribblings to scrawl and doodle 

on draped dogs and dames with poodles

striking up an irresponsible stink tumble stop

Bringing bottles of brandy to bits

as paid Costumer’s stash weeps

Troubling the typewriter scene

and we wonder how the lean luminescence 

unstimulating in its glowing show 

a’shine alive No blow?

No blow from here to Bordeaux?

How will the Schnozzle’s mouth 

of hustlers be brought to Micturition? 

We hereby forgo the Spectre’s cheap sight 

and give Gusto’s grandfathers old vinos

and Pinto’s prodding shots at Shiraz  

as the revelation of weird mumbling 

settle to stop Freedom’s fictional actualities from reigning

on and all seems a’well

and wicked mops in Idle irritating frustrating 

rotating and breaking grounds and Amelioration’s

playful pit of exhilaration reverberates well

and we hear the speculating stories too

and sentences crayoned on Table’s take turns 

and sketching in the near etchings learn  

fidgeting with the written

Scripts and sometimes films fucking suck

and Endlessness Lonesomeness Wretchedness 

Purposelessness are important too           

Speaking of coiffed hairs in descent to despair

whittling up the tender courage to

keep questioning whether the Willow’s leafs 

linger with an intent to swing 

and no-good downcast low-life bum-brain

scum-bag fill-tags top-rags swabs up some trouble 

and Badmouth’s cousin clicks in a stare

And so-and-so’s godfather squares

lost to Somewhere’s midair glare 

and Nightmare’s minding businesses 

as boomboxes sound a prayer and Everybody’s

in cahoots and They rise up to pop a little piece of     

speech presenting a concession of Abnormalities

while discussing the transgression of their Informalities

and deciding on what to do in Declaration and

seeing about which wishes blow wind

Disagreeing on simplicities

and arguing about Eccentricities

and contemplating the pitiful span of our

itty-bitty nitty-gritty inner city lives

and pondering upon the Aficionados

Who have gone on missed 

and mulling over complexity of our celestial skies

And the birdwatching community is pissed again

wondering why binoculars are not bought in twos

bidding on good weather as aspirations of Weekend’s 

Tempestuous tidings come and while some suffer from snore

other rage in savage moments of euphoriant trancelike-variants

of the soft drug Happy and people tickle each other’s hanging Lobes

inquiring on sensible matters such as the becoming of friends

and questioning no-one and Everybody’s welcome        

and hagiographies on the living loose

VAMANOOSING though a sequestered set of lips  

and noses take deep dives in trays of ashes 

teasing a tickling particle of Cancer’s old uncle Charlie

stealing tips from Al’s compartment 

crowded with cards and chips and craps a’everywhere

and lips are moving on tending trips

hoisting ribbons to ward off the wicked devils

the no-goers no-showers and the front Row’s a’pissed again  

swirling up a singing sick-something 

Turning up the tables 

and causing speakers to calls it Quits

their fits find slits and something tells me their not Drunk yet

yelling ‘MORROW’S WILD WIND WILL DO!’ 

to couple of cowards high on Glue 

and as They see you chew 

On the imaginary imagination of goo The brew called gum, the scum? 

High what hum? You said come? 

No coming here ‘cept for the sepulchres

in by the Towering bath

fourth door to the right 

mind the racks of ancient cats

while taps a’drifting in drip 

and you tip you topple and shift then lift! 

A fever-dream of Beethoven’s 5th aflame and in flare

when the wincing of wickedness decked on dread 

AHEAD AHEAD 

the particles on promenade shout 

TO THE MOON they spout 

meddling with Pleasure’s old reflections 

as Harry hears the tales of terror 

ripping through rims on the ends of rear 

as Toilet’s teat suckle the termination of a hectic moment 

In goddamned hallucination 

shine and sizzle Is what they say

and something seems awry 

and while we scream we dream, wait what? 

A knocking? Who? Where? Here?

A bang and bolt a screw is due to popping loose 

and listening long that ancient cling and clanging song 

can Masquerade the merrily cackling of a crippled chick 

on boasting beaches tearing tickling leeches from backs 

and beacon bellows bright to find sane light 

and Light’s friend Fanny

A lunatic licking lampposts all loopy

And the cuddle’s cold grip of said lamping street 

strikes blue and we begin to wonder whether Connoisseurs

of traffic too have become drunk and stoned

You too deputy Jack?

Jumped-up jacked-up itching the irritating

tremors of a shifty twitch and Something’s askew?

A Rendezvous? We’re making do as we set out to living along

Halo’s harrowing glow and former members of Illumination

terminate their Fluorescent engagements

but Don’t worry! Don’t worry 

the sparkle Alive lives

in the sprinkling twinkle of youthful eyes 

battling the big bats obsessed with blinking

envious of the Ballet’s ravishing animation of acrobatics

Blasting through the Pulchritudinous places of Nothing’s 

evolving chambers Captaining obscurities and seeing to the

Misplacement of masterpieces the While

Artefacts vacation in Classic costumes

feeling the fond foliages in Sapphire’s sweet songs

And somewhere Someone’s sucking a Goddamned mint      

and Nothing’s nowhere wishing some sense of Somewhere 

as the wide stools of bars breach the swelling synths of Sensory’s lullabies 

and Nothing’s quite wrong but Hell most is not Right 

and Tight’s brother Loose

longing to find pants not trousers

lengthy in the wide widths of retailing legs   

and while the tippling sods and sipping desses in dresses 

filled with Fracture’s trove of Treasures

and Funny finds money and Fanny buys her a drink 

and a tissue discovers Way of breeze 

a tickling nose to Knickknack's coves in secret Caves 

and Basement’s bound fury frightens Floppy 

the house cat whose delicious Schmoos so happens to be the Chef’s Speciality 

and Come a’cradling a captured set of pickles 

with ‘Spuds aside!’ as Captain Crayon quips on Sailing ships 

with flags of Skulls and tattoos fester in bars 

and the bartending manic nicking Nothing-coins 

to feed the Nothing meter for more Booze 

wiping vomit from china on Snooze 

and Snailing on sophistications 

as Slime’s wiggle buddy Angle equipped with broom

and a willing set of wings 

will the power of ridicule 

as wielding Something of Someone’s anything 

proved pretty difficult

differentiating demons from the drugged-up dope-head 

Picking side-eyes in hoping 

Heading for the crisp cradle of a Cool candle 

as Fanny’s friend Mary’s expecting navel shocks with a Hell of Save 

from a Crippling shave of the ebbing sleeve of a sharp knife 

No wait No knife No knife but a wife 

Wolfe’s silly sister Sally 

Something with half-a-skirt skidding Solo’s same bar Ice in Caped 

Creeping colleagues inquiring as to whether a’sock’s for Spare 

desirous of fashioning a more fashionable Flair  

But Snazzy’s kid Cool snarls and keeps calling names

and Crazy’s college Swank begins to wondering

Whether this could be a trap and Everybody stands up

and starts speaking about Captain Crayon’s long lost poem

LOVE at which point some bloke sweeping the Sweet stares

from the great lengths of bar 

begins to Babble on and Babbles like no Prattler before him

and peepers grow large and Liver’s a’groaning 

and members of the Boozing community clap 

Smoking Nothing’s Something and wishing all hangovers Well

and in the midst of dwell pausing to sneak a swell smile 

Wandering the forever belles of Life’s Amarelle shell

as caramel-covered Carousels keep spinning 

and Bagatelles seem silly 

and as Summer’s cells of burning sun imposes

the title of Immortelle and we Mingle on

moseying on about this thing this bar this life this shite 

bidding Nothing farewell but Sometimes Nothing too

is looking for Something Somewhere

Anywhere but Nowhere and Somehow Something’s Everywhere

the While Nothing’s Goddamned Elsewhere

telling Sweetsome Anythings surrounding a Formidable spell  

the while promising to keep We Repeat to Keep Raising Hell