(AppreCJ8n, 0.12: Groovy Chickpea)
Angelegance encompasses compashsiren Ceejay. 'Smy lips wrecked
floodwarbling
that o Cee's 'suchagroovy chickpea' as my mum - my longsufferance
with her shortfuse - used
ta sugarspew. Mum'd belavish with insulin and gruel,
afteraboutof what the fam'uscled dr. andrelockjordon has
rapsodiagnosed
as a quiteessentially crasslyclassic
case of 'insania': acts of childhoodlaughtermurder,
the vehicle a slick coma later!
Meaner than the averagemummy, mine was the poetic mint
of minamurray, outforthecount like she'd
went out
with thecount, been ensmittenly bitby
bram's batbod, but atch twoz
a diabetic demenopausal psychgout.
There were no pricked pools, no glist'ning nicks,
faint c uts from curtseyin' 'front of the neckadrillio vespertilio ;
o 'pon the jugular, chinnychinshadowed
neckterior o' mamamina's throat's apartment,
nada dobber blots!
But needle that
sometimes sweetened her blood pockmarked
plentya blubberpoints
of my otherly mum. Youngscience of sense in bairn
whose brain i was born in burnedwondering
what unsuper natural dracula was usurper o' mummy's
personhood. Je pense à elle, ma 'mare - fraction french
she was she parleyvoodooed. More than a frenchion fuct, minadanced
displaying displacedness, as if missing a morbidly invisible marquis
from hammerhorrovania.
Or does my mind dance with him too... Mina neenah wherewere
the parentpolice at the beginning of her friend-
liness with the hypoglycemic fiend, her fixationeering's
malfinesse at draculovelike faux felodesy? Ma: namarried coz her mouthiness
was a curseword carwash,
peeliewally tallymen unclesininvertedcommas raced offta Woz. A champliar, ma tired
me like unfinisheddestiny,
convinced poeticpores o' poor lillice ta suckcling
ta fright'ning things; scarsquash; throathouse trad-
jeopardyjammed with the'nvitable gathering rant
anywar ondaybyday life'll become
-uppance of setting? Dingdongs
of her descending lent on my o.d. ears. Mina mamshee
was variously fairyed off her varicose feet and her fig-
urative feet,
off straightface o' smoggorsed downtaearth earth.
Down she went on the count-
down's preamble, freeleaf fainting at the foul sweep
of a vermprier rat-
's tail. Ms.drac woz my mum - pyred she lit
up, hystericketty hypochondracketeer with 'er scorchedsanitypolicy o' mind-
gamblurrin recordbreakervaliumtaker tryoptouts!
Nofinesseenuff,
far Nothing is deathfinesse.
Batmum blessed selfdoom with bees, cees and efs
but the sun-
lice she had on her fangbent
knee chooses ta contract sunstrokelike hyperhealthiness.
For all indefinite time participable, definitely
timepresent timefuture timethough
Nothing is deathfinesse,
i'll putdown lifeless immortaliceing bluff, perishabby
bluff like bluff 'juzcoz',
coz in Clare Jay i've a phwoauthentic-
ally authentic ally, ultragroovy - boldskool-
ticked - chickpea sweetpea
living megamix of reasons ta liveandlice.
She's so unusual, all that human decency! Ceejaney
is humandecent, but there there's a hint
of meaninglessnice or, godofluvforbid, 'nanticompliment,
cozinnitwoz fearfulmeant
for fearfool lice: humandecency, i labelled it
a no-show, a fable,
a nearly, an early
universal failure of complicated cavemen.
But now i hope
ta have some tenacious human d. some date too.
o Rogersonia!
Who is extraordinarily actuallyable ta care
about allkindsofthings, She is my wom.,one
for whom i 'ave 'n 'appylation as loonilite-
lovely as an atticfull o' sapples,
a hymnonym transfused from mum, has it as a passus in a snookumogram!
Before my bloody mother was bit by diabolis mellitus,
lived in a sarcolinecoffin, she imparted ta me who plies fitts
same petname apotropaic, benediction
for my Anglian Grace in this affectionautic
abraxasish sardinetinpoem of groovychick peace,