Amidst The Earth Parallel

i was watering the air-purifying plant
it sits atop the dusted turntable
and overlooks the front window..

outside..
the most delicate rain drifted and drifted
slanting in sheerness
ever enfolding in floating sigh
sidling the towed land-locked air visible
etherifying the earth parallel the lifting lake
limpid kites entwining braided
sentient landing lights teemed the air intrepid
emulsifying gravity streams a moistened kiss
and a torch-lit exit..

in the painterly agentic glow-wormed gloom
sat a parked car near the t-junction
the driver sidelong
half face visible
dappled in sheen
a silk-screen murmur
quickened by the flickering-on waning moon..

windows up
she seemed to be gazing through
through to what i could not see
in shatter-proof aspic glaze
her being sat slivering silvery traces
a las vegas showroom sphinx wavered
behind the ever-dappling steering wheel..

from her sealed vessel xeric music emanated
a wifi-guided wobbling wax warhead
bubbling up reflexive clustered rumbling thuds
in a relay race for one
her windscreen wipers seemed receptive
occasionally duetted a complexified panegyric
reshuffling the received  a.i. corporate composing techniques..

absorbed seemingly zooming inward
i felt my gaze an intruder
and as i turned away
invisible elfin cymbals
brushed by dampened net curtaining shine
echoed as dangled whispers
here in the there somewhere..

Walking My Penguin

 

i am walking my penguin
walking my penguin for a few furlongs
walking my penguin
no madam that is not a euphemism
not a euphemism for anything
anything at all..

my penguin requires a little decent gentle exercise
so taking my penguin for walkies is great
and he is unable to lift weights
you ask why
well because my particular penguin has flippers
you try lifting dumbbells with flippers
not recommended..

besides that
and perhaps because he has put on a little weight
his portly gait means his back is bent out of shape
somewhere down there
his vintage blubber is stoically marinating..

when i walk my penguin in the cold winter weather
he dons woolly neon booties with sucker-soled grips
so he does not fall over onto the unforgiving icy concrete
penguins feet are so unsuited to negotiate human concrete..

and please do not get me started
on why pavements do not have under-heated penguin air-bags
so where does all our council tax go
terrible i know i know..

i am walking my penguin
no madam that is not a euphemism
not a euphemism for anything
you have asked me that once already
that makes no sense at all..

and he never lashes on the lamp posts of dogs
he is exceedingly well-mannered
he stays in his lane
and when he takes a shine to a neighbour
he drops an egg in their garden for them
alpha-bloke penguins have an extraordinary skill set
penguin misandrists really need to visit their shrink-vet..

no offence meant madam
i am simply walking my penguin
only for a few furlongs
after all
do you not also walk yours
yes i should hope so..

and madam i hope you know
you should never let your penguin out on its own
common sense is not so common now
gangster pedigree penguin-nappers are everywhere
they even write stupid songs glorifying it all
conceptual double-albums about penguins finding themselves
are a rare and treasured find
the swirly album art work is always immersive and sublime..

yes i know
and alas it is not like the days of yore
when you could let your penguin out
to relax in a deckchair on strawberryfied-krill summer days
in the secure knowledge your penguin would always
always remain in completely rude health and super-safe
apart from when your penguin suffers
the irritating seasonal malady
of mildly fatal heatstroke..