A Mouth Full of ‘Hood
A Colner called Nelson opened that day’s saunter –
a roving tour of Forever; Together, Again, Fallen –
past Farmfoods plastic and San Miguel past it
to Tansey, Shepherd and Deborah Kay,
Clark, Baxter, Diggins and Hartley.
Farran, Afzal, Gildea with Bhakti,
Bracewell, Whalley, a Kelly and Masih.
Omerod, Collis, Heap then Peel,
Clive the Koppite by Red Devil Chris Lees.
Atkinson ‘entered into his saviour’s car’ as did
Kenneth Garlick, Swarbrick, Nazar.
Dorothy May Worn: your stone so small;
the Headlams larger, austere, unadorned…
Phyllis – as Samana – has an ice-cream cone;
Clive his pool balls; Holland ‘the Scholar’, seeming at home.
But ABCB, ‘Elijah 4 Taylor‘ Tony!
That was then, a Leeds deserted
’cept for your pen and those swazzed stones and
my Mum upset at your V’d tear-up
over Yorkie scum and their fascist furore.
Perhaps collected Nelsoners might be a sign of peace.
Of Popoweitz and Aslam and Marian‘s Deidre
goggles grinning strangely ever more.
Moses with Munro, Tempest with Fanny.
All interred at Winewall, ‘God bless cock’ and Dr Malik,
Gus Am Bris La’… John Bazley.
Houghton, Nancarrow, Seel, Shutt and Gill,
Brunskill and Hassan, Waheed, Phelan –
the thurible of white sense
– must now bed down in na flaithis
with umani chaat Jannah.
© Pat Mellow 2018
This communique solemnly informs all concerned
that the PCCP will not tolerate
the conspiratorial tone and undoubted
chicanery of the aggressors who
attempt to face us down.
All provocation is met
with scorn, merely fuelling
the fire within
bellies this time, and every time,
and is ultimately futile.
The Great Leader (praise
be to LM and LKJ) watches over
our nation to ensure the detritus and doggerel
will be swept away thereby
guaranteeing a glorious and bountified
syllabic future for us all.
© Pat Mellow 2016
p i ano . Follows
coupled with that
patter, p-i-n-n-ed. By fatter bangers
pow derd turn
my now backdrop
to these broke bars
of how to take two
tunes, say Hov, trance, down pitched, half-speed, merge get a third,
Like combine… ……to throw
[Break for the break]
But are there any more breaks for thee?
No more a writer than Futura arranged flowers, phrr! Soak in, in, in.
Instead a Ger- %$main germ
from Miles: his harvest comes then a note
black and white, a counter point.
© Pat Mellow 2018