There's an egg in my crisps

Depth charge

in the railway

(it's a pub)
Blerk
Sinking
Heavily
Into the viscous
eternal
Salt and vinegar sea
Unconscious
Not asleep
Unknowable
Not plumbed
Unfathomable
As the meek
Mystical
Not unexplored
Living miracle
Mother of life
Miriad forces
Blossom your bowl
Sepulchral colosseum
Pulsing softly
Like a major
In attack mode
Dawn will break
A minor fury
Duty bound
To seek revenge
Depth charge gloating
Lilly coy
Gentles do not
Reprehend
She will blow
To smithereens
The little bouy
She penetrates
Ocean's freeway
Like a tractor
Ploughing sand
Sonic fountains
Ruptured surface
Shrapnel wounds
Grievous carnage
Integrates
blow hole semaphore
Now we know
There's no message
But descent
Silence
Endless traces
Of beyond

Falling

Falling

Blerk

Blerk

Boom
there's an egg in my crisps
Dear liza dear liza

throw yourself under a car
Screech.

23/09/17

Photo: Freddie Cooke