(Hour 24) 9.30-10.30pm — #37 “A flea in heaven”

#37
fleas in heaven

i hope there’s fleas
in heaven

cos all dogs
have fleas

& if heaven
has no dogs

then heaven
is no place

i want to be

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Well, thank dawg!

That last one was easy (careful, it’s deeper than it looks!) ((It’s not, it’s just an end point, huzzah!!))

The card above got the most number of hits, but no bingos sadly. I got 3 x 3 in a rows overall. A pretty sorry performance by many bingo-ers expectations. But I’m pleased enough. & so to bed … :P.

(Hour 22) 7.30-8.30pm — #74 “Candy Store”

#74
Candy store 

every adult still harbours
a child who hankers after
the candy store of their youth
an old world style lolly shop

whether it was a Willy Wonka
wonderland or Harry Potter’s
Honeydukes — or just the local
deli down the cornershop

nothing tastes that good again
though the chance to timetravel
back before everything got hard
is most likely the sweetest treat

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#3. Second last one. OMG

(Hour 21) 6.30-7.30pm — #30 “Dirty Gertie”

Incomplete, more drafting necessary; but no time available. A shower & clean teeth helped, but already the steam is fading.

#30
appropriation

16 feet of very nude female
bronze ; on her toeballs ;
arching on her own ball of earth
sword aloft ; a colossus in V ;
grand scale commemorative art ;
celebrating war ; shouting victory ;
triumph ; black silhouettes the sky
somehow towering above
the surrounding scrapers.

locals have a colloquial ;
as Dubliners do for
“the Floozy in the Jacuzzi”
& “the prick with the stick”.

hence the symbol of German
defeat, Paris’s protection ;
becomes “the Wicked Woman” ;
& “Dirty Gertie” ;
all stemming from a time
when bus passengers asked
to disembark at the stop
next to “the Naked Lady”
when buying tickets …

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#74. Oh dear.

(Hour 20) 5.30-6.30pm — #52 “Danny La Rue”

Reduced to writing doggerel coz my brain has imploded in the sky. Or exploded insky me. I’m not sure. Boom-boom. Chickenfart in any case.

#52

Danny La Rue
loves chicken vindaloo
I know this to be true
because so do you.

What really turns on my screw
is wondering if  Winnie the Pooh
loves his vindaloo too
or whether it races straight on through

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#30 — another good candidate for dodgy rhyming poetry (might even get time to have a refresh-me-up shower this hower.)

(Hour 18) 3.30-4.30pm — #11 “Legs Eleven”

This was a poem which presented many choices. Yet, surprising myself, I went a different way than I thought. (One of those out of nowhere experiences.)

#11
Legs’s Eleven.

for the first time in a decade
i am remembering Harry Mulroney

nicknamed Legs because his were short
a fresh faced boy as he remains to me

though when i knew him, of course
i was about that young too

played cricket in the same team
as head-in-the-cloud teenagers

he was the wildly talented captain
whereas, i, was just wild

good friends, only semi-close in the way
boys often must stay, not best mates

yet we talked of renting a place
in the city, when we went there to study

two country kids planning for uni
most around us had no such goal

we’d talk about it for hours, at training
in the car to away games, making the idea safe

yet as he was a few years younger
i went before him & we slipped apart

another precious thing lost
for reasons i still don’t understand

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#87. Dammit, one off the other call I really wanted :)