half of what you fart

I will soonly port you 

admonition 

I shall molish off your smock

I will forage you acutely 

I shall wretch you like a cot 

Squeeze you like arcadia's shover 

Plummeting the dole 

Come to the hen house 

Cruyff and baron 

I will put you on

Like a white pajama 

Like a football flavored condom 

Like a long lost son 

All of the above and on and on 

All of the above 

Don't tell me about love 

When I don't know grains of sod

From the bath dirt or a bog 

A bog in Wilma's highlands 

Don't tell me about rain 

When you know I'm wet 

As ninepence 

Which could buy 

A sherbet dip 

Don't believe a thing you read 

And half of what you fart 

Don't relieve me of my duty 

You're just a line in the car park 

Rustling for givings 

On the yellow heave 

Was it any wonder 

Was it any loss 

When we conquered Lima 

In a game of course 

O o o to be be be askew 

And never go rusty 

Like the necklace on your goat 

Like the breakfast 

Of your nanny 

Lemme hear you say badameinhoff 

Let me hear the rivet compliance 

Let me paint you with a toothbrush 

Whilst you wish my palace 

Would enfold you 

Like a passage 

In a book

By Nabokov 

All the colours 

Of his palate 

On a train to hell or Florence 

On the ripple 

Of a punch.

(My coat is stained 

But when you greet me

Will you lick 

My coffee'd pleat?)

3/08/17