Camouflage of Pants

We went back for banana sandwiches
and found ourselves inside a web of doom.
I'd been walking my stick insects
                                                     along the riverbank.
You were hunting down wild Quorn ™
in the backwoods of Ilkeston.

We got to lying around
and talking about dreams and shit...
a squadron of flying teeth-in-jaws...

the old girl playing accordion...

The Blue Brazil
(energised by halftime Bovril)
going on a moonlit tryst...

"Mon amour, mon amour,
murderer, murderer..."

"Put down those electrodes!"

"It sounds like Spain
outside the window again."

"Shall we reach Naughty Newark by nightfall?"

"My lord master of foxhounds,
to you, this part of Argos
is out of bounds!"

"Please buy my pies..."

 

Mama told me to go

and see my great-auntie.

"Who's this little boy

wearing big boy panties?"

 

Silent as a dusting of icing sugar,

Dick the pantomime stick insect

sinks his jaws into the jowls

of the double of Simon Cowell...

                                                    Quelle horreur!

 

Bread, lettuce, the key to dreams...

BOX LEFT INTENTIONALLY BLANK

 

Don't follow the sun.

It leads to nowhere and nothing.

 

The Black Angel of Roy Walker

clears the dancefloor.

He's frozen in time

like imperishable cod steak.

 

It was just you and me.

For us, the civil war had ceased to be.

It was just you and me,

drinking indistinguishable cup-a-soup.

 

"Oh, won't you please buy my pies?"

 

Man always kills the thing he loves.

Sheep hang limply in the trees.

 

DO NOT WRITE BELOW THIS LINE

It's good but it's not right!





"I ain't been looking for fastlove,

merely the ecstatic joy of pure being.
Look behind my cardboard frontispiece."

The shadow on the wall
at the high society ball
where young couples make love's quick pants

under camouflage of pants.

 

Three years interest-free credit

in the Palace of Numbskulls.

 

Silver bloodstains...

dancing the cockroach limbo...

skulls under water...

 

What lurks in the heart of the dæmon

cranking up the Gina G?

 

The lines of the picture soften

but they will never fade...

 

 

The old girl played accordion

under camouflage of pants.

 

B.R. 30/12/2015

 

 

"Leaf Insects and Stick Insects", a painting by the Victorian biologist and botanical artist Marianne North (1830-1890)