Saturday 6 June 2009

more poems from ended revels, by Fugaz Egg

Isle

A state intent
Concentrate:
Moated by water from competition
And only familiar teeth to prey upon us

Fat Mantel feeds on what we exude
There are rich pickings amid that ooze

gratuity, take it, but

Our own teeth, when tried, may be sharp.
We are (not) communists
We are (not) scientists


Dedication: Denty

~I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about him. Of course, that’s what all this is about. A disjointed idea, but that’s the nature of the beast. I was saying: he’s a cultured fellow. A smattering. Typically. His one ear is like an upside down i. Quoth he: ‘full fathom five thy father lies, those are pearls what were his eyes, [and holding out his unspeakables, of which, nevertheless, we must speak] those are cats that were his toes, and that’s a bus that was his nose’.

[interlude and murmurs]

"Such a shame, his famous end though,I'm sure its how he wanted to go!

Oh reader daily coming.

If you're a nobody our crimes the laughable situation today, that's called no justice



denty. (denty #17)

but god man christ it was
littlejohn’s denty
(I think it was he)
took me aside and said
fuck this too short
tart
let’s go and pull some cheap
horror rubber
awfulness
to throw the book at one
to serve the sentence I will
in answering that there’s no rhyme nor reason
and receiving one’s marks
and disappointed or embarrassed
and there she is still
smouldering
inexpensive
with hair like seventeen
into the net
bargain
and dimples; breasts
how to cut sex
the erotic is implied
why then her breasts are white
still not done
a deal was going down
in our parlance
yes sir
it was
freeze frame on denty
he’d have [intertitle]
head back greasy back, laughing
and she still sitting at table
an invitation from glendinnings
a knee
mrs gunderson, are you trying to..?
no
outside, rain.
man, that was a time
but denty was no match for the overlord
his crushed knuckles
and the red paint,
daubed, and
I, nothing but a-hounded from town.