From The Pits

Bones that funny be
D'you like me washboard
stars wheel in a cockpits darkness
a fez dances over the hill and twirls

[raspberry!]

Sorry about that.It's the houmous y'know!
But you're not humming anything!
Black horn-rimmed glasses
slip sideways          and back.
How much does a Greek urn?
Twenty bob an hour!
Quiet by a river with a friend
his handkerchief gag
twitches over and over
- “Alas,poor Yorick,I knew him well!” -
- “Rubbish!” -

One last time
his crust activates to an ancient spark
body moves slowly in tram-lines:
his shell reveals an handkerchief
coal-dust glittering
caught by limelight.

D'you like me washboard? D'you like me washboard?