ITALIAN SWISS ALPINE BORDER, TWENTY MINUTES WALK
FOR THE PRIZE OF 200 MARLBORO GOLD @ 15 EURO.

A TEMPEST GATHERING A MOTHER NURTURING HER STORM,
CREEPING ALONG THE FLOORS OF A VALLEY LIKE LIKE CARIBBEAN
SPIDERS WITH AN INSTINCT FOR A COVER STONE.

TRAYS OF SPLUGEN AND A RING SIDE SEAT, LEGION AND
AWAITING THE TIRANO RIDGE RUNNER AND THE WAKE
THAT ALWAYS FOLLOWS.

PITCH IT WAS, BLACKER THAN WEEK OLD LIBERTINED BLOOD
WITH A WEIGHTY FIRMAMENT - NO WAY THROUGH.

LIGHTNING SPLIT THE ABYSS AND THE THUNDER ROLLED EVER
CLOSER TO OUR DOOR, CURRENTS FLASHING, HEAVENS ROARING
GAPING WIDE OPEN YAWNING GREAT TEARS IN OUR HEARTS.

RAIN AT FIRST PERPENDICULAR AND THEN HORIZONTAL
AND THEN FROM BELOW, THE FURY WAS UPON US.

GLANCING ILLUMINTI REVEALED THE RIDGE RUNNERS HAMMER
CRASHING AGAINST THE MOUNTAINS AND THROUGH THE CLOUD
A LARGE CALF MUSCLE WAS VISIONED TETHERED BOOT AND
BLOOD SHOD PLATES, A SPLIT SECOND AND THEN GONE
LIKE A GHOST SHIP.

A SCALE MEASURELESS TO MAN AND A SOUND AS PROFOUND
AS THE IMAGINATION WILL SAFELY ALLOW RAN STRAIGHT
THROUGH US AND LEFT US WISER AND BIGGER AND READY.

ALL I REMEMBER AFTER THE PASSING WAS THE DESCENT
OF THE ALPINE HORSE FLY AND THE MASTER LAID OUT
WHILST THE BLANKET SUCCUBUS FED AND WATERED
ON HIS WET BODY.

DAWN COMES EARLY WITH ROSY FINGERS,
IT’S SIX FIFTY NINE AND TROFF BEGINS AT SEVEN.
ASUNDER I GO FOR THE FULL POLISH BREAKFAST AT THE ACADEMY HOTEL WC1 INDEED; WHOM THE NIGHT BEFORE VIEWED MY FRIEND AND I AS COMMON FOOTPADS AND REQUIRED A CASH BRIBE IN RETURN FOR AN OVER PRICED PUFFED UP BILLET.
IT’S JUST NOT A DOGS LIFE WITHOUT A CREDIT CARD IN THIS FUCKING COUNTRY
NEVERMORE.

NINE TWENTY FIVE AND AN HOUR OUT OF OLD EUSTON AND TAXED AGAIN ANOTHER TON FOR THE CRIME OF PEAK TIME TIME TRAVEL.
LUCKILY I WAS TO AVOID THIS IMPERTINENT DEMAND BY MURDERING EVERYTHING IN COUCH E AND RELAXING BACK WITH A MENTHOL RESPITE TO THE TUNE OF ONE.

THEN MANCHESTER BY HALF TEN WHERE SPRING HAD SPRUNG - NOT A CLOUD IN THE SKY. ON RETURNING WE RECIEVED GIFTS AND OFFERINGS AS IS THE CUSTOM: A RED CARDIGAN FROM THE WELSH
AND RAVENS FROM MADRAS.

I SWIFTLY LEARNT THAT AMID THE PRECEDING EVENINGS OF LUNAR EMASCULATION A STORY WAS UTTERED,
A SPECULATION BORN, A NET CAST, A VERITABLE TIDAL WAVE OF IDLE AND WANTON VOICES THAT WERE INEVITABLY DASHED, QUELLED AND MUTED AGAINST THE SHORELINE OF TRUTH.
ONE SHORT DIGITAL MASSAGE FROM THE MASTER AND BACK TO BLACK WE SAT.

THIS WEEKEND BIRTHDAYS AND NEXT ST. PATRICK’S NIGHT IN DUBLIN WITH JOHNNY CASH’S BACKING BAND A SMOKING EMBARGO AND REVERIES OF THE NAPOLEONIC WARS.
THIS TIME WITH THE COMPANY PLASTIC INCASE THE GENDARMERIE TREAD ON MY SCORE CLAWS.

AGAIN !!!

SIMON

SIX DAYS NOW SINCE I LEFT MARINARA,
FROM QUICHE ROAD NORTH AND THE WATER PARK ARBOUR

PERFUMED AND FUR LINED,
THE GATE OF AN ANGEL,
AN EYE FOR A CHIPY AND A GINNELL OF SABLE.

HASTINGS WAS COLD AND THORPE TOO HOT FOR HAIR,
CAMBRIDGE ANTI FRENCH AND FAILED TO UNDERSTAND BUSY,
HAMPTON ON BREAD AND WOLVES ALL AROUND ME,
IT’S ALWAYS YOURSELF YOU FIND IN THE SEA;
AS IT GOES I FOUND A SALTY STAR FISH THAT WAS FROZEN,
BUT THAWED OUT AND BECAME FREE.

GOOD NIGHT, OR RATHER GOOD MORNING.
IT IS FIVE AM AND THE DAWN GLEAMS OVER THE IRWELL AND UNSHADOWS STRANGEWAYS.
I MUST TO MY BASKET.

AGAIN!

VIVE LA DIFFERENCE

SIMON *

I’VE PITCHED ME STAFF IN MANCHESTER CITY AND
BRITTANY IS MY HOLIDAY RETREAT

MY LIFE IS PURE MUSIC NOW
I SING AND DANCE AND BEAGLE A CHANCE
BUT ONLY WRITE GOOD WHEN TRAVELLING AND
THE MIND IS FREE FROM LUNCH AND SKIRT

IF ITS HOWLS YOU HEAR
THEY ARE OF RAPTURE NOT PAIN
AND WITH TWANGLERS, SAGE’S, BANGERS AND PLAYERS
TO WINTER AND THE ROAD AGAIN

ALONE A WHILE AND LEGION ANON
WITH THE CANNY SCOT, IRISH, MANC, COCKNEY AND NORTHUMBRIAN
IN THEATRE, OPERA HOUSE, DANCE HALL AND INN

TO PLEASE THE EARS WITH TEARS AND
PIQUE THE HEART WITH SPEARS
HUNDREDS OF MILES AND HOME NOT BEFORE CHAISE-LONG

FOR CHARITY, FOR KEEPS, FOR THE LADIES AND FOR PEACE
WITH TAIL IN THE AIR AND NOSE TO THE FUTURE
ITS LIVER AND ONIONS FOR ME EVERY DAY FROM THE MASTER OR
THE WINDOWS’LL GO THROUGH !

VIVE LE GAME!

AGAIN!
SIMON **