The Katzen Jammers

A Spoon reflects: Corn flakes pulp the sodden mind,
Dreamy cliff blind, groping at sicklier protein farce.
Cleaning, jerking, butchering in the pale but swelling: fatter
My form limp in attitude, and sagged from youthful grace,
I trace, blurbs libber to cheer but, form to fade I reappear.
Neglected tenets create pendants that crack with age; the fear
Doused and soused, reveries slide in gargle foaming patter.
Capricornus pipes sappy swirls misting glass so fraggali now appear,
“Moffle scuffle my tipple dear Pibble, my cap is doffed for show,”
Pop! Land Ho! I’m alive for the day.
Its here my friends; that smile, the jovial painted geisha clown,
Feet tied in worn rivets, the roped knots masking hidden frowns.
Skies ignorantly gay, an assault, affray, blingtong move away,
Ravens black glass eyes spy through cracked colourless paving.
Spirits repeatious as bubbly cheer but dripsip clarity in melancholy beer.
Aspirins plug the ears, purple slumped lumps fickly prickle
To a harbinger of sighs - to spoilt children’s cries.
Pickled to illicit tears, spades driven crazy madful in quick sand.
Argumental but slouching, crouching on grey flu ridden tiles,
Flies awake the tinned repetitive band.

Artery Pipes black with vice awake Sodlick with metallic calling,
Slick with vincus, drowsy on velvet spilli fare, my knuckles cracking raw.
Sodlick mimics’ the Queens passivity to igmates congealed in briny embrace,
Standing on baby bumps naivety - I’m fake – inhaling frozen typeface.
Ignorance jostles past, nostrils flare as darts, I flip flop to the sword
On board the starting gun. Please mind the doors.
Ah! Back to the gargled sounds, the micklewood jingle frazzle,
Bruised dandelion steel reflects my lacquered sheen and misty dazzle.
Ever repeating, ever decreasing, the requiem realigns the Groundhog husbust test,
Electric lanterns, amber and green, sway to scent embittered knotted dough.
Neon sits agape and still, naked and ill, a patient in need of rest – a pest
Longing for hustletrustle in streets peckertight in the Tapuat of Mothers love.
Faced with claws of doves I shout Xau! “Show me diffidence.”
I bare scarlet foiled marble to His cyclical fickle vermillion Dragon.
Graffiti runs ink down my lonesome breast, arrest, this fortune cookie paragon.
Removing comiclla canals fuel repeat, after repeat: eat, Harlequin sufferance,
Silver severed hands aid memories of rhyme and childhood innocence.
This Is It. It’s clear, frightening, singing and dancing,
Hoping for whimsical fancy mindful the net is tightening.
Repeatious alchemy, my dear Fraggali, repeatious alchemy.