Truculent Yet - Colin Newman

Gambits were pink

Pale purple, yellow

Orange savage baskets laid

One, two, three, seventeen, forty-two

Rain simple slide, exemplary blue

Not yet grounded, lisping a stir

An inch before midnight, flag facing northwards

Two sheep sheep sleep, not rising, not arranging

Not identifying, not reporting

Verbiage baggage

Truculent yet and indemnified

Self-portrait, that’s offense

Smile is niggling, certainly not entertaining

Force is self-protecting, rain here now

Season now, murky