Radiation Beach

Sand grits up a flaccid eye
Earless asses bimbettish in bedizen
Flashed lashes ee-awing like debutantes
Riding the dry waves of protest

Laced white froth flowers into flatulent grey
From the rock’s-tear snaps a claw
“Garcon! A toffee apple, Indian tea”.

Yellow saps up from the root of the pen
The crossword left unfinished
Crazed sun smites the face
—White crab eats red man—

 

 

Raft

When Billie Holiday unfolds
The napkin of a song
O P A Q U E
With phrasing and inflections
The foam rolls forward
And the foam rolls black

The pub is back
The pub is you
The pub with the unplumbed
Pissoir in the passage
Where I’m with the music
Where I’m with
Blue
Island gold
River-oil black
You are blue
Split, dis-associated
A cigarette with a hole in it

When did you notice
You were depressed?
Aaaah me….I’m just waving
With the flow.

 

 

Raul, The Updating Barman, Is…

An appetite for moon-gloss;
Mush-smooching words
On the laminates of this wandering star.

 

 

Raw Nerve

Delitia the sweet sweet-muncher’s idly puckering a mattress of rough puff pastry. Her dentist true love, Stag Heart Sweetkins, has deserted. On a cake decoration day, suspenders, basque, they were bitten love-smitten and nibbley

On video Sweet Charity
             Icing
On a lovely day.

She’s a tooth for lollipop voices but he spittle-plashed. His ‘scram sweetie’ is a naked fact, ‘so long,’ he snapped, saddled on a scaled and polished Vespa. Deliciously gone. She’s flossed-off on principle. She’d only one chipped tooth fixed impressing on him horrors of work, drilling commitments. Open-mouthed all that’s left are melting moments to suck, a hard candied edge of appetite show. Sweet. Sweet.