This weeks ode-ish offering is non-Olympian, (thank God they say):
The August Castle Holiday
Inspiration from Larkin’ about himself.
Those long uneven Castle Jumbo visitor lines
Standing as petal patiently
As if they already were stretched prostrate outside
The Croc Moat or Llama Park,
The crowns of PolarBears, Alfies, and the sun
On moustached stokemaveric faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Castle Holiday lark;
And the locked-down LieInKing closets, the beached
Established names of AB drinkers on the tailcock buckets,
The owdhamer backgammon chips and Lady A’s sovereigns,
And brightly-clothed Mad 50’s women at play
Called after the Lady Js and cross-dressing queens,
The Buttle shouts
For “tailcocks and coats” and Mamya’s opulent feast
FGT, NoM and Eccles recipes, wide open all evening;
Brolly cocks, baggy pizzas; Greggs steak and weak ale pies as well.
nb they are very mini but described as Castle standard
And outside the Castle, the sloopy countryside not caring
The place-names all hazed over by the boozed-up nutters and strays
JJ and BigJack wandering as if seadogg razed,
Zac too, reeking of cats pee and liniment, his balls already splayed
Giddy with DaisyNonna grass, and racoon infested poppy fields
Shadowing questionable Domesday Castle VodkaCoke lines
Under Alba’s restless silence;
Sqad at the ready, Ibuprofen, lingerie and gin
The differently-dressed nungate wrapped around excelsior, sitting on the bin
And QoM with her tiny room in a huge Lothian palace
The dust behind tony’s rusty limousines,
Big enough to take any swarfega-ed rear in Castle County.
Never such TTFN or Lottie virginal innocence,
Never before towie-d or ever since,
As changed itself not even to a HowardK past
Without a Flumpy word–the AB men
Mrs O instructed to leave the grounds tilly tidy,
The thousands of sibton-led poly-marriages
Lasting a little while longer:
Never such slinky virginal? innocence again
The men then to be kept by sunnydave in Murraymints’ concrete den