sonnet #1,572 by FisherKingKQJ

I wake alarm clock warned annoyed a jot

You click on snooze your fumbling fingers roam

I place a sparkling crystal coffee pot
Beneath thin steaming pipes of steel and chrome
I pour you point blank one espresso shot

I stir beneath my capuccino foam

I bake your bagel and my croissant hot

They sit on plates their home a steel mesh dome

The paper lies in parts its open wide

My tongue flicks foam your crumb lined lips lick

Through commerce pages Ill search flap and flick

You gauge the tips inside a racetrack guide

We check numbers drawn in classic keno

Coolly shadowed by tower flanked casino

Chorus keno bingo lotto

Elocution chart across dice cube y, a, e, i, o, u.

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eaiaaoaoeo

eoeeauiioo

ouoeaoeiae

iieyeayeee

aaeaaeieae

oieiuaeeai

ieuiiiiaio

aiaoiooaio

sonnet 1571

sonnet #1571

I've woken now aware and called it quits

The writing deal is all young person's dreams

My psyche badly beaten inward screams

Its hundred times more hard to score the hits

You stand consolation embraced to bits

For blotted leaves the many many reams

I love your vocalised domestic themes

I bask in wisdom when its wed to wits

I tumbled tense at tiny stumbling blocks

You called encouragement past sharp shame

Industrial malady its sweat-in-stocks

All hypochondrias called by name

Stumbling past big spikes in unemployment

Love I yield to you for plain enjoyment

Chorus unemployment disuse idleness

sonnet #1,570 by FisherKiingKQJ

I love you mine I don't wince how we met

You draw the plan you designate the deed

You supervise a vice you view and vet

I soon as execute your code unfeed

Your mesmerised and model marionette

Your voice I nod your hectoring I heed

I land my lolling legs a dry dock bet

I canvas cravings on your part I plead
In chaos you tilt the crux you stilt with strings

I sense your favour sits in loops of loom

I flinch at changes fickle fortune rings

Uncertainty lifts off a glorious gloom

Once I was a one night stand line caster

You got past it and made me much faster

Chorus caster pitcher slinger

(Restricted to eighteen years and over. The characters

are fictional and any resemblance would be coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, a geothermal coastal metropolis somewhere

in south east Asia.)

Cindy - What do you call this place?

Vujotsu - It's the funeral vault of Cain. Where wiseguys

who died in prison float in amniotic fluid

in crystal glass torts, reside in various states of cloning.

Professor Wakimojo said the best place for such a

basement archive was next to the precinct police

building, somewhere noone would dream of looking.

Mindy - Cain, a vegetarian, killed his brother Abel.

But was he a fraternal?

Nazo - An identical twin of all foetuses. The foetus who

butted his fellow foetus head first out of a caesarean

section, who accepted a breech birth for himself as his

parents were black sheep.

Vujotsu - This one died of hunger strike arrhythmia,

a day before his parole assessment. This one died of

cancer doing time for an armed robbery performed

by a rival gang crew. This one fell down a flight of stairs

or so we're told. This one had a family history of living

to a hundred.

Cindy - But they won't have battle scars or tattoos.

Nazo - Appearances are everything. And ignorance

confessed or otherwise is a fine thing.

a study toward sonnet #1,569 by FisherKingKQJ

The universe endures great endtimes this day,

Our timelords tri-verse wormholes to and fro,

Through parallel worlds linked in disarray

Yet doomed, kneel to shaman row by row.

A few promoted beyond the milky whey

Turn nothing something, halo wring for o,

To shadowy gnomon shaman starman pray,

Apostles file, eyes free, in glance off glow.

Animals are cannibals by nature,

Our gauge skips zero population growth,

Sticks baker's dozen blunder margin oath,

No scientific, typo nomenclature.

A woman sixty years old soon gives birth,

She looks too young, again, or what it's worth.

(Chorus)

o birth

o creaton

o spawn

The grail nought's blanket wearing glossy steed

Now dips his neck, industrial park his feed,

His tipples trapped rain from an old bath tub,

He sweats straw out a centripetal hub,

A robot suit of limitless horse power,

And burnished, wild cards therein bud and flower.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

The Underworld Steamboat of Vujotsu Zalabe

(The following tri-via-logue and tri-verse are restricted

to eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters would be coincidental.)

(The characters names are hashed from a dice cup

loaded with alphabet blocks (babel), and the oriental

dialects of the virtual metropolis Mehetelo are

hashed in the same way. From Takanabe Z I've

generated the names Velepeci Y and Wikiqido X.)

Act 1 Scene 1

(The phone tap basement room of the rotten borough

precinct building.)

Velepeci - I've never had a head for numbers or music,

I tell you.

Wikiqido - It's much simpler than that - fire sale

elevator music. Those idiot wiseguys have concentration

spans of mites on blowflies - sometimes stoned or

drunk, it always gets them in the mood for their dirty

work. Send me in under cover and you'll bust the lot

in under a week.

Velepeci - I can't let you join the yakuza under pretext,

it's a one way ticket. We've lost two officers already,

entrapment doesn't even come into it.

Wikiqido - Afterwards I could burn off the picture

postcard gang tattoos with laser treatments. We need

a beachhead in the wider battle against organised crime.

Velepeci - If the ancestor gods of Ciqqa only offer us

small time scab crooks, so be it. You need to find yourself

a sweet wife, and worry about worthwhile things. All you do

is eat, drink and breathe yakuza, I'd hate to see you burn

out, Wikiqido. I clocked you out last night, you're getting

so tired and forgetful. I order you to clock out.

Wikiqido - Very well, chief. We'll talk some more.

(Wikiqido shuffles out. Velepeci turns up the volume on

the phone tap equipment, croons to the background

instrumental, and dances a jig.)

Velepeci -

Newt's legs are severed through,

Yet seem intact, as new,

Defy deft swordblade stabs,

Regrow, rejoin, no scabs;

A snake leaves his first moult,

A snitch leads past his vault.

a study toward sonnet #1,566 by FisherKingKQJ

Engaged on widow orphan white blue moon,

As quick you cancelled marriage olden lore,

All rash and random too leap day too soon,

You craved your fresh air and wide space to fore.

You'll leave yourself at mercy, me maroon,

Your sports convertible deemed valet pure,

All motion sensors, super status boon,

I'll dare not dent upholstery, leap door.

I never know your nice plots, or nuances next,

I sigh at your gate, courtesy lights off,

Your friends ad lib alibis, simply scoff,

You're time insensitive as net based text.

As you're a which, left is right, up is down,

I'm your wild card, a tri-vial forking clown.

(Chorus)

o down

o low

o nether

a study toward sonnet #1,565 by FisherKingKQJ

When she walked past I puffed a cigarette,

Black tresses tidy tied back ponytail,

She made sure no strange eyes by contact met,

I blinked at aloe scent, her breezy trail.

She gossiped out of earshot, girls her set,

I posed against a plaster wall, some male,

Drew smoke, as ever laid the longshot bet,

Chameleon, melding shades, one to one scale.

A shade of former self, all blunt taste buds

To lose the lard waist, my limbs strangely light

And clumsy now, with balance off, feint slight,

Cool peppermint on mouthwash bitter suds.

Back she slinks now, borrows please a lighter,

Skinny, curvy, friendly girl, why fight her?

(Chorus)

o lighter

o primer

o starter

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

(The following tri-via-logue and medley of tri-verses are

restricted to eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters would be purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City. Cindy and Mindy are on the streets of

the rotten borough busking using two midsize Russian Jewish

balalaikas and mixing it with the local low lifes, including

Crybaby.)

(Cindy and Mindy croon by turn and in unison.)

Cindy - Those people are so gifted for music. I believe

this Vlado is a night club owner in Pov Zusl, with a

sideline in ex army antiques.

Mindy - Maybe we should've waited till the peak

time traffic died down.

Cindy - As long as you prime the pump, put the

first coin in the busker's hat yourself, people will

cough up. Anyway, we're affiliate gangsters, here

to keep an ear to the ground for Vujotsu and practise

throwing sharpened boomerangs round avenue

corners for Stonefish's upcoming death by

misadventure.

Mindy - The set date is a bit far off, I don't know

they trust our throwing abilities. Using shop

front windows as periscopes is dicey, maybe even the

stars have to be in alignment.

Cindy - Isn't that Crybaby who just collapsed in

front of a stalled car?

Mindy - Some people have got no shame. What a

way to make a living, falling in front of cars

in peak hour traffic jams, then accepting hush money.

Cindy - Isn't he afraid of being steamrolled?

Crybaby - I heard that. My dentures are wooden,

as I'm a vegetarian now, and adore sea weed

spirulina gelato.

Mindy - Your wooden teeth are the mark of Cain

the vegetarian who killed his meat eating brother,

which only proves, two wrongs do not make a

right.

Crybaby - Noone wants to kill me, I've asked around.

Instead, I grovel to pay the rent.

1.

Hickory and chicory fired hot plate,

Beef sausages burnt let off gas in state,

Grey suits fined them farmer who last fed it,

Steamboat porkies stacked, due carbon credit.

2.

Vegan quiche, soybean niche,

Freerange flan,

Artisan;

Sundried rare, half baked fare,

Castor caned, brown sugar beat.

3.

Though stiff bolts sex robot,

Who cranks out clap, small fee,

You'll smirk and smarm a jot,

The new quack hammers knee.

4.

"Go back to sleep, go back to sleep",

Roars Eyeballs Deep,

"You naff off now", cries Up-to-Ears,

"Defrost the flan

With sucks on seedless sweet, glazed pears",

Lisps Gummy Gran.

5.

Abacadabra poor lit algebra,

A towering dice cup double cee cc,

Under wicked criss hatched candelabra

Symmetric k's read x's, low key.

6.

Once lived a loaded lawyer, conveyed by land,

Who laundered lolly less than one grand,

Who lent you lapdogs, left off olden swag,

Who lunched on lamb flaps, legal aid should lag.

7.

Midnight sun permafrost,

Sleet, ice, and snow get lost;

Young Maria counts small cost.

8.

So, Larry Larrikin, he licks his knife

Of crackling pork tid greased, a buttered pea,

Snaps fingers fussily, his waitress wife

All sterling service, waives a ten point fee.

9.

Young Jenny Jail dropped her cellphone,

Old Ginny Gaol caught one dial tone,

All back to back, and butt, tailbone,

Shoplifters best left by own.

10.

Shush bub shush, daddy still can shadow box,

While boobs fatten up firm in detox,

My darling baby, roll of rude in dung,

You'll get well soon, yes, give or take a lung.

11.

Thingummy grit, thingummy gob,

Stir hot steamboat, fire up blue hob,

There, lip free, less beard oysters gape

At pearly whites, and people ape.

12.

Boiled La Nina isobars and arrows

Train on Aoteoroa alien sparrows,

Who nest their nook;

Boiled El Nino isobars and arrows

Migrant mynah birds foist, sparrows' harrows,

Who land a look.

13.

"Freelance thug, who'll you snitch?"

"None less than boss's bitch".

"Freelance thug, what's to lose?"

"A cultured ruby ruse".

14.

Sasha stoke the samovar,

Sasha coke the samovar,

Sasha poke the samovar,

Bets off billy tea.

Victor vet the arctic vor,

Victor get the arctic vor,

Victor let the arctic vor

Frappes sip as free.

15.

Puny Perry Peeper,

Daytime doorkeeper,

Lewd as, looks in louvre,

Maids and hair remover.

16.

Handwringing Larry Loot

Would froth at green or fruit,

Account of its springtime sex;

His missus marked her suits,

Drone bees despoiled to boot,

Would hurl at honey hex;

They wore tequila cactus worms,

Initially agave fed squirms.

17.

Gilded eggs, and glitzy goose and gander

Meander rotten borough gerrymander,

Carat kickbacks carry cresting lord mayor;

Filibuster zigzags dingdong his fall,

Who's left to right can rort a flagged stonewall;

Apparently, cheek kiss french kiss au pair,

When pundits punch in laissez savoir faire.

19.

Kate and Chris on sods of surf

Down a dead arm, waive fairway,

Pinch royal putts, from rolled turf,

Nest for shrapnel, none told, ay?

Dirty dimples, little pence,

Keeper Marshy, madcap fence.

20.

Eighty-eight two fat ladies,

Bouncing boulders, hiding Hades;

Pretty pins, legs eleven,

Sticks crossed stacks, hatching heaven.

21.

Butterfly and glassy,

Deadeye thumb flick milky dealt,

Cut loose canon brassy,

Wall eye, glass eye, patch of felt.

a study toward sonnet #1,562 by FisherKingKQJ

(This tri-via-logue and its attendant sonnet are

restricted to eighteen years and over. Any

resemblance would be coincidental.)

(Occasion of Nazo and Vujotsu's black pearl

wedding anniversary at the Electric Eel

Bar and Dance.)

Nazo - My husband has been a workaholic all

our married life, and there have been lonely times,

but the money has given me opportunities that

most women don't get as far as quality employment,

hobbies, causes and educating the children, the last of

of which has cost a small freehold apartment so far.

At a time of high and often permanent employment

the decision to retire from what attracted me to him

in the first place was all his. It was thirty years ago

that we met at a funeral parlour during an

accidental double booking, I for my sister who was

the victim of a hit and run driver, who was

subsequently written off by the justice system as

a drunken paranoid schizophrenic, and he for his first

death by misadventure, whatever that means. On the

the count of busted three, orchestra.

Nazo - Ya.

Cindy - Ku.

Mindy - Za.

(Triplet crooned by Nazo, Cindy and Mindy.)

Nazo -

Yes, give me necklaces of nice black pearls

Couldn't care less if they're cultured nacre,

Pearl farm, estuary flatlands, atoll acre,

A thought of love counts lots for loving girls.

Cindy -

They must be mother-of-pearl spectrum swirls,

Shade slate black to black, to ink muckraker,

Mussel, clam and oyster nuclei maker,

I treasure beaded grit in tweaks and twirls.

Mindy -

But you're old money? plan b might then do,

As natural black pearls are precious gifts,

The one black pearl as pendant, cleavage true,

Such pleasantry stirs, parallax, too, shifts.

(Unison) -

Natural black pearl so nuanced announces,

Girl who marries nice and never pounces.

(Chorus)

o announces

o broadcasts

o declares

a study toward sonnet #1,561 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet and tri-via-logue are

restricted to eighteen years and over. Any

resemblance to characters would be

coincidental.)

(The forum of the Electric Eel Bar and Dance

on the occasion of the black pearl wedding

anniversary and renewal of vows. The groom

Vujotsu Zalabe croons.]

Chock full and bossed our ship ships foreign fouls

Port to harbour, hold leaks harry hustles,

Bilge and ballast stuck with squirts and mussels

And floating organisms reek ferment as if bowels.

My wife and I have sunbathed on towels

On hot forecastle planking, copped but rustles

All the while at eye of storm, bypassed bustles,

Buffets, raking raindrops and screwing wind growls.

Old age has stripped out those material things

Which felt important, leaving love so pure

Aboard this utase bune, we click pearl rings,

It is our balm, defence and catch all cure.

Our hull is held together by ship-worms

And barnacles, strange rivets, strong fine terms.

(Chorus)

o worms

o pipes

o tubes

Cindy, Mindy - Nazo and Vujotsu forever!

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,560 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet and trivialogue are restricted

to eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters would be purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, a virtual coastal geothermal metropolis

somewhere in South East Asia hashed by alphabet

blocks in a dice cup; the forum of the Electric Eel Bar

and Dance on the occasion of the black pearl wedding

anniversary and renewal of vows by Nazo and Vujotsu.

Nazo croons.)

Trust Vujotsu, he sticks to stuff for needs,

That Octopus nocturnal twisted feeds,

Slips back again to his own glass lab jar,

Commutes his graveyard shift one mere aisle far.

The scientist scratches his male pattern pate,

Is gob smacked, goldfish gone, and carps at fate,

Shy Octopus awaits him dust coat white...

Aeration tube gaps wide, not water tight.

Dear Vujotsu, who leans out on a limb

And favour fosters, one per cent as skim,

Who tips the taxi driver twenty over odds

For inside tips on undercover clods.

Most of all he's played a patient father,

If teenagers rate their rainchecks rather.

(Chorus)

o father

o paternal

o sire

Vujotsu - Adolescence is a difficult time for anybody.

Parents become an embarrassment. Nazo, in time

our children will see how narrow the university campus

life is.

Nazo - Where did the years go?

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,559 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet and tri-via-logue are
restricted to persons eighteen years and over.
Any resemblance to characters would be coincidental.)
(The whole virtual environment is fictional, having
been created by hash, three alphabet blocks in a dice
cup, referred to here as a Babel.)
(The forum of the Electric Eel Bar and Dance on the
occasion of Vujotsu and Nazo's black pearl
wedding and renewal of vows.)
(Best man, Velepeci Y, precinct chief, croons.)

How I snapped you up, a last girl standing,
Pretty curved, with legs plumb, no baloney,
Total stranger, set piece mind expanding-
Care of kind plainclothes detective crony.
Soon your name will suffer sur rebranding-
I've scoured your census tree, found no phony
Double dealing certificates, I'm landing
Lady good stock, built this side of boney.
You're not my aunt, nor a country cousin,
Nor a sister's nor a brother's daughter,
Nor some namesake nabbed for car manslaughter,
Nor a flame, grand dad's ex wives dozen.
Till you there was a don't you dare touch list,
Together we shall march on, make one fist.

(Chorus)

o list
o column
o row

Velepeci Y - Can I read out the telemessages
of congratulation? From the witness protection
program, secret witness D. 'Your chemistry has
a secret ingredient called love.' From Mehetelo
City Correctional Facility. 'Just the beginning
of a perfect romance. See you in forty years.'

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,558 by FisherKingKQJ

That spark of search in your eyes is a rush,

Kinetic, static sourced electric, draws

My love like dust to amber, ample cause

For rapture, tributary obvious crush.

I doubted what I felt at first, warm blush

In earlobes tingling, hackles stood applause,

Trace elements in your twin lobe brain laws

Of themselves powdered platinum, gold, flush.

Your tattoos pastel bioluminesce at night,

They're corals clearly warped by muscle waves,

I love your retro lantern candlelight,

My heart a heart to heart inwardly craves.

You escalate thin arctic strings to stars,

My suit eyes million many track your cars.

(Chorus)

o stars

o blazes

o fires

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

(This trivialogue is restricted to eighteen years and over.)
(Any resemblance to characters would be coincidental.)
(Draft for part 2 of the dinosaur bones mix and match
scene.)
(Professor Grenouille and Professor Wakimojo point at
the tail tip of a hybrid carnivore dinosaur with laser pointers.
Cindy pushes back up a cane toad leatherette bikini strap
to wise guy wolf whistles. The floor's laser pointers home in
on the dinosaur's eye.)
Wiseguy 1 - What are you looking at?
Wiseguy 2 - That'll fix your cornea.
Grenouille - Please, gentlemen. Allow professor
Wakimojo to continue on his hypothesis.
Wakimojo - We've established that dinosaur had two heads,
one to eat proto-crocodiles and the other to watch its arse,
so as not to be eaten by its own, the skink like tail regrown
as fodder insurance.
Grenouille - We'll dissect an out and out hypocrite later in the
session, a piece of Victoriana made of concrete, the tasteless
sort of piece so and so Stonefish collects.
Wiseguy 1 - Bring back the guillotine!
Wiseguy 2 - Tiens!
Wiseguy 3 - Say not to the precinct black museum extension!
Wakimojo - First slide, Mindy my dear. Now, this diagram shows
exactly how to hash limitless funding for archaeological
digs and country villas from government coffers. There are
three heads, three tails and three legs.
Grenouille - Three times three times three equals twenty seven
combinations hashed from that skeleton alone.
Zutjou - I get that part, but what about the pointy spikes and
armour scales? These could be exposed by the scientific
community as too particular.
Wakimojo - We're lizard deity agnostic, here. Stonefish believes
they were for brutal duels and merciless predation, as the lizard god
whom he adores was a cold intellectual.
Vujotsu - But we believe the lizard goddess whom we admire
created them in the triassic period on a whim - who else could
be so frivolous? Perches for butterflies to sun themselves on.
All hollow bluff to keep trouble at a distance.
Cindy - Peace for all!
Mindy - Half baked is sound home economics!
Grenouille - Next slide, if you please. It's gentleman farmer
Tyrranosaurus Rex harvesting tail and junior head from a
co-operating herbivore in a limestone bole. The models are
by one Soichi, a first rate counterfeiter my sources tell me.
Cindy - Don't be shy, Soichi!

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

(This trivialogue and verse are restricted to

eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, the black pearl wedding

reception continued.)

(Mindy and Cindy croon a duet).

Their lifestyle block shed was sweet and loud a-buzz

With fruit flies, tine stroked black wool fuzz

Rolled onto polished coolibah tree planks

As black sheep were fleeced, ready back and flanks.

The sharp tines zapped with ease across each ewe,

The ewe eyes were a purest water blue,

The buzz of current powered titanium shears

Enhanced the buzz of hornets to happy ears.

Retired hairdressers dabbled, oohed and aahed,

Their tarboy whitewashed wounds, and worked so hard

Jumbuck gelled cicatrice, own bitumen,

For grog, smokes, glossy girlie mags now and then.

(Chorus)

o bitumen

o metal

o paving

Vujotsu - Encore!

Nazo - Encore!

Vujotsu - The girls are affiliate buskers of the gang now,

will supplement the eyes and ears we have on the streets

of Mehetelo City, already.

Nazo - Show us your bioluminescent tattoos, Mindy and

Cindy.

Vujotsu - The rotten borough needs an image makeover,

its hard to get staff these days because there are so

many ponzis going on, and women are by nature deeper

and more sophisticated. We have to adjust to the times,

or perish.

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,557 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet and trivialogue are restricted

to eighteen years and over.)

(Any resemblance to characters is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, a fictional geothermal coastal

metropolis somewhere in south east Asia, the

Electric Eel Bar and Dance on the occasion of the

black pearl wedding and vow renewal between

Vujotsu and Nazo.)

Beachcombing Crazy Larrikin

Cindy - I don't know any poi tunes, so I can't have

been paying attention in social studies. But here's an

Abo dreamtime spiritual I picked up off Mindy when

she was too long in the shower. Kay-oh, okay,

orchestra. One, two, didgeridoo...

(Croons.)

One crazy tie dye, beachcombing larrikin

There was a surfer, manly mannequin,

Who salvaged scuppered - a cricket blazer,

Rusty remnants, ancient toasted tazer.

One dune sift, unbeknown, said he stuck up

A juror, thieving togs and thermal cup,

Shoved him on to fatso streaking fitter

Back to base, to certain nervous titter.

One stranded pilot whale on, six bailiffs

On camels padded close, no butts or spliffs,

Noosed beachcomber larrikin, hey bingo,

Animal control rod deadset dingo.

Midday siesta sorry time to loiter,

Thermal mug, its togs worth reconnoiter.

(Chorus)

o loiter

o drift

o walkabout

Nazo - Crikey!

Vujotsu - Bonzer!

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,556 by FisherKingKQJ

(This sonnet and attendant trivialogue are

restricted to eighteen years and over.)

(The characters are fictional and any resemblance

is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City. On the occasion of Vujotsu

and Nazo's black pearl wedding anniversary

and renewal of vows, the forum of the

Electric Eel Bar and Dance.)

Cindy - This is a little modern number, called

a sonnette, I learnt from my younger brother

a few nanoseconds after his voice broke. Mindy

will be doing the girlie harmonies.

Mindy - That's me you're looking at.

Nazo - Bravo!

Vutjosu - Bravo!

(Cindy croons.)

Stray dingo butts the tucker chilly bin

On my ute flat deck, for cane toad paste begs,

I reminisce a touch of Lauren's legs,

Smooth, firm and shapely, light tanned, thin.

I think about the brown snake's moulted skin,

Organic prophylactic sock for pegs,

The billabong dry beds down to dregs,

The kookaburra coolibah shrill din.

I'll write Lauren my romantic ditty,

Electric fences fobbed off music staves,

Golf clubs crotchets swung, tinny, gritty,

Above par, under par, in flyblown waves.

Mine cast an open hole in one, me scratch,

And Lauren laughing, perfect match.

(Chorus)

o scratch

o knight

o zero

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

The Underworld Steamboat of Vutjosu Zelabe

Watch your friend earn a million dollars!

Paid work for everyone else!

Courtesy of the Punters' Union

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,555 by FisherKingKQJ

(The following sonnet, verse and trivialogue are

restricted to eighteen years and over. The characters

are fictional and any resemblance would be

coincidental.)

(Pt two of trivialogue between Monsieur le Duc

Stonefish and the manicurist. He croons in colours

red, green, blue.)

Man created beasts, out of his crude incest,

With body odour, one assembled smudge,

They're busted new world monkeys at their best

And mites on fleas at worst, a bludger's bludge.

I still do family trees, court request,

Descent determine, psychopaths safe fudge,

So punks like poor Crybaby get their rest

Or sleep, two sweet things guilty thoughts begrudge.

Grab all is a gunny sack of faeces,

Each was meant to screw his very species,

Evolve, devolve, cod alien life forms true,

Mongoloid mosaics, diminished twins, you.

Men can't see other worldly copyright,

When royals fly up, turn gods, second sight.

(Chorus)

o copyright

o licence

o property

(Stonefish kneels, hands clasped in prayer, eyes

closed, face mudpack still on, the cigar butt hanging

from the corner of his mouth.)

Silver crowned and silken turban'd twister,

Lizard god, you married swell, a sister,

Fast tracked evolution-devolution,

You blew loose from dinosaur pollution,

To you my true obedience, my love, I troth,

Mongoloid mosaic human rights my oath;

And likewise, although less wise I look,

I want to heave the horrid end time hook.

Stonefish - The moon shall be called

New Mongolia, after my left hand asassin

Uku, the mosaic mongoloid.

Manicurist - Strange that the moon so far,

has no name at all, except moon.

Stonefish - Even fleas have their geniuses. I saw

one at a dogflea circus pulling a wheeled chuck wagon.

The others dragged Aztec, Mayan and Toltec sleds.

Manicurist - They didn't have the wheel, but

they had a castor football. Lacquer to

harden your claws, Monsieur le Duc Stonefish?

Stonefish - In what way is Toshiro the geriatric

better than me?

Manicurist - I haven't the foggiest.

Stonefish - Our tarts are bustier, leggier, more

accommodating, our musicians are edgier,

play till they drop, we serve the latest

craze Lusean barbecued puffer fish in

chocolate sauce.

Manicurist - That's just the first page of the list.

Stonefish - I keep a hive of killer bees under

my thumb with Lusean barbecue smoke,

columns of army ants, too, for culling stray pets.

His precious blow flies are no match.

Our cigar and cigarette fumes kill fleas and

gut parasites, his steam wrinkles age old

endangered turtles and tortoises for the palate.

Have you seen his men on street corners in

steamcleaned suits scratching their flea bitten

arses?

Manicurist - They're a swaggering joke. But,

as you've often said, the rat seeks out the cat.

Stonefish - Let the symbiotic brain parasite stand

referee between us and them. No, Toshiro and Yoshio

won't be landing lucky punches. I'm going to live in a

parallel universe with my harem with not a

worldly care. Mad professor Kookikreedo,

my personal scientist, much more eccentric

and clever than their loony Professor Wakimojo,

can't save the world from self destruction, so no

one can.

Manicurist - Your rocket strapped to a bullet train

and aimed at the corona of the setting sun will

have to do, Monsieur le Duc Stonefish.

Professor Kookikreedo is the reason I'm slim

that side of ideal. His nicoccino machine

infomercials on cable channel 88 Two Fat Ladies

changed my life. I sip coffee-nicotine frappes

and look at all my foldaway treadmills and

think, poor lab mouse, what were you thinking?

Stonefish -Burnt chicory and toasted barley ash

are the secret ingredients. Shoddy has less calories.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Manicurist - Your mistress is so lucky, Monsieur

le Duc Stonefish.

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a study toward sonnet #1,554 by FisherKingKQJ

(Characters are fictional, any resemblance coincidental.)
Restricted diary entry to eighteen years and over.)

(Mehetelo City. The Nudibranch Nudie Bar
private function room. Monsieur le Duc
Stonefish sits on a lounger, a beach towel
round his waist, wears a mud pack facial, a
female manicurist in a one piece leopard
print swimsuit sharpens his nails into
points with an emery board. He puffs
a Dacen stogie and nibbles at Loesoep
smoked puffer fish poison dart hors d'oeuvre,
alternately. He croons.)

Bad world busted, gone to guy fawkes blazes,
I shan't wait round till the outrageous end,
To worlds tucked parallel blue prints expend,
Rocket landed there, just one man lazes.
Epidemics, wars and cuffs are crazes,
And overpopulation ought but trend,
I loathe Man, whom parasites defend,
Whom black sheep tar in thicket mazes.
With carbon credit trades I'll fix to loot
Across borders that dissolve in barter,
Legal tender burn, red tape nonstarter,
Fill tank and harem, cash out quick, I'll scoot.
I'll toil fourth, fifth, yes, sixth heaped up helping,
Leave Mother Earth's scrap to scabby yelping.

(Chorus)

o helping
o cut
o portion

Stonefish - This Monsieur le Duc Stonefish won
his titles at the blackjack and crapshoot tables?
Manicurist - A poor but compulsive minor
French nobleman, told by Stonefish the dice
were loaded, the cards marked, lost his ruffled
white silk shirt to him nonetheless. Ancient history.
Stonefish - It's not a crime to be ugly and make the
most of your looks.
Manicurist - I reckon.
Stonefish - Self knowledge is power.
Manicurist - If you say so, Monsieur le Duc
Stonefish.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,553 by FisherKingKQJ

My consciousness lit, snugly set on top
Of each white optic nerve, each held a hatch
Of white blind spot to where the sun could patch
White burning blindness, respects full stop.
The hatch in gate, through which might hop
A wicket humoured wizard whirred, drop latch
By padlock, hinge on grate and grail crosshatch,
Atlantean scripts in columns upward flop.
From day one through bubble's bible's babel,
Scaled clusters, trick, trice, true, tri-via, track, truck,
Squared off syn-dex, dex-sign, rolled dice cube luck,
I've sought god, goad, guide, dog, no art dabble.
Thanks for that cross dictionary entry,
Old Atlantis' shaman starman sentry.

[At Babel it was decided that English be
written from the left, Arab from the right,
Chinese from the downward...and Atlantean,
a lost language, from the upward.]

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 entry
o $10,000,000 cap
o $10,000,000 lid

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Assertive Atlantic, and Peaceful Pacific

I read a world map which informed at once

With obvious things, I dithered, quite the dunce,

That Pacific, not peaceful, savage dread,

This Atlantic, not assertive, water tread;

Atlantis waged a civil nuclear war

Against its satellite the moon, of yore,

It struck to smithereens, all odds stacked,

Left dusty water crater deep uncracked.

The moon endured a paltry, spin less peace,

Atlantis sank from view on canon cease.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,552 by FisherKingKQJ

(Any resemblance to these fictional characters
is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City, the Electric Eeel Bar and Dance
on the occasion of the pearl wedding anniversary
and renewal of vows. Crooned by Jack.)

Miyu - Do we get a number from the youthful
military intelligence agent Corporal Jack?
Toshiro - Of course, Miyu is only half joking.
Miyu - Something about a handsome boy in uniform -
our youngest is at boarding school.
Toshiro - That's my dear Miyu.
Cindy - Don't be nervous.
Miyu - You've practised, I believe.
Toshiro - A round of applause for bravery. Women
are such sharp observers.
Jack - This is a little sonnet number I learnt
during a gap year hitch hiking Thoroughfare 88.
They were a lovely Mexican family on the way
to God knows where, versed in our dixie yankee
ways.
Mindy - Get on with it.
Cindy - You can do it. Pardon his kanji.

A wiggle past me could pass well for rub,
Hair frizzed by overwash and cap askew,
A lost and lonesome look and yet no snub
In your eyes downcast drowsy, something new.
He broke your heart; on hold, you're still the hub
Of my own heart, its mode parallax die cue;
I'll heal your hurt, and blot out his weird flub;
My name on trembling tight lips yours, rings true.
I might've piped how once he was a player,
Knowing him well, greeting you by sign on sight;
I fell in love by eavesdrop, layer by layer,
And laugh by laugh, couldn't take further flight.
Sad chick, sit on my knee, fine-tune some time,
And kiss me cosy, I pine, yes, we chime.

(Chorus)

o time
o period
o spell

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(This dialogue is restricted to 18 years and over. Any resemblance is
purely coincidental.)
(Mehetelo City. The roof of a high rise apartment where Cindy and
Mindy have taken a lift to view the panorama of the fictional splendid
Asian city. An oriental girl sits on the ledge, dressed in a jumpsuit and
strapped in a pack.)

Cindy - Don't do it! Loved ones who're left behind will
cry all day long!
Mindy - Stop! You could survive wheelchair bound in
complete agony year in year out!
Cindy - Your millstone is overpopulation!
Girl - What? You gave me such a jolt I nearly flubbed the

jump. Who are you?
Cindy - She's a language interpreter.
Mindy - She's a tourist-cum-hostess.
Girl - And I'm a bridges, aerials, spans and earth jumper.
A low level parachutist. Night time is safest.
Mindy - We thought you were going to, you know-
Girl - See that building across the way, that little fake
balcony, well, my best friend did herself in from there a
year ago, but in the final analysis we were alike as a bean
and a pea in the same pod.
Cindy - What a fantastic panorama.
Girl - If you say so.
Mindy - It's surreal. Can you point out some of the tourist
hotspots?
Girl - That flashy place down there is the Nudibranch Nudie Bar
and Fertility Clinic owned by crime boss Lord Stonefish.
Cindy - It's just a speck. We've been past.
Mindy - I didn't realise it was so close to the rotten borough
high tech art commune warehouses.
Cindy - We may or may have not have met that fake
French aristocrat.
Mindy - We may or may not have been told on no account to
address him as Lord, but to chat directly, sweetly and
ladylike with no handles. As he won his minor titles at the
craps table from an impoverished blueblood, 1000th in line for
the French crown, absolute ruler of four acres of pasture, with
a set of loaded dice and a pack of marked cards.
Girl - You know, he started out as a street thug with a sideline
in geneaology. The family trees always stopped abruptly at
a major crook. Money for old rope. He got into that gang as a
freelance scab, through the backdoor, there have been rumours.
Cindy - We hang out at the Electric Eel Bar and Dance, the
atmosphere is less impersonal we hear.
Girl - But it's not as good. The incentive is not there. Girls dance
in rashes and cellulite sometimes, the musicans hold back for
themselves a bit. At the Nudibranch Bar, anyone less than perfect

gets a beating from Uku-san, Lord Stonefish's favourite assassin.

Mindy - What's the decor like? Does the rival have a theme?
Girl - Oh, yes. Mayan or Aztec, with a great mural of the sun as
a backdrop. The theme is an acid rain forest. The musicians
pipes are molded from conquistador gold, and when they finish a
rapturous fourth encore, they plug the said gold pipe holes with old
tokes and fire fugu tipped darts around the dining tables. Ducking
under a tablecloth was not my glass of white gelatine sake. Not
at all. I'm not saying don't try.
Cindy - There must have been a street war.
Girl - Lord Stonefish and the Octopus are from different generations,
the Electric Eel was the Octopus' first night club, the Nudiebranch
Nudie Bar and Fertility Clinic is Lord Stonefish's latest.

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a study toward sonnet #1,551 by FisherKingKQJ

(This sonnet is restricted to readers eighteen years old
and over. The characters are fictional and any resemblance
is purely coincidental.)

(Mehetelo City. Yoshio and the occasional whore duet,
sitting either side of a king size waterbed, facing away
from each other. Yoshio has shaved a bald spot on top
of his head, grown a moustache to disguise himself.
Very 'shy', he has done 'it' rather hurriedly, with only his
tie and jacket off. He talks in a tremulous,
conspirational whisper-croak.)

(Duet crooned.)

Occasional whore -
My husband humoured me off our real stash
Through happy years ahead of stock careens-
Expensive parties chock-a-block with hash,
Fast cars, two homes, and skintight, stylish jeans.
But now I bite my lip, and my teeth gnash-
Reposession and then foreclosure scenes-
Tearfully now I hook, own nought but trash,
The debt collector knocks, and due sums gleans.

Yoshio-
You're sentimental, dear, the saddest chick,
And you'd guess that she's one chronic cripple,
Leukaemia clocked, knocked inverted nipple,
Else bore a bifida some three inch thick.
This note over Yichi's way, all tender,
Flaunt him, move past yourself, self amender.

Whore - How might I thank you? I can take the
children up north and begin once more.
Yoshio - Kiss my bald spot and comb over.
Whore - You're some kind of sugar daddy, that much
I know. What's your name? I'd rather not know.
I'd rather not. Invisible lemon juice, last of line
typewriter ribbon, or pasted mash up, I'd
rather not know.
Yoshio - All you have to do is be Yichi's bitch
for two or three days. I know that he's a show off and talks macho,
but he only beats his women if they try suffocate him.
Whore - And he is handsome in a conventional way.
Yoshio - That's my doll. Now, one more kiss on the comb over
before I run to the office in downtown Mehetelo.
Whore - Don't people ever stop working?

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a study toward sonnet #1,550 by FisherKingKQJ

There have been chicks before, a set of skanks,

Enough to seed doubts, rest hindsight hit bad luck-

It's troubling trends that I so want to buck,

Not one for practical jokes, stunts or pranks.

I've learnt smooth shorthand, say, thanks, no thanks,

No isolating yawns, no saying you suck-

Who knows how fortune chips in, dice cube chuck?

It's best that you clear memory's tight banks.

I know you're out there, sweetheart, same drab town,

We've never met, will soon, which seems so strange-

I'd felt that ethnics were all mates top down,

Not so, same quirk, it's ignorance of range.

I'll give you my love when last gasp we meet,

You're one block far off fathomed yards or feet.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 meet

o $10,000,000 align

o $10,000,000 convene

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Story lines within The Underworld Steamboat of

Toshiro Yakuza

1. Mating Kenny the Tortoise with Benny the turtle

to produce a tortle

2. Cindy and Mindy on the Wonky Wok cookshow

moulding cane toad paste for ornamental salads, with

Professor Grenouille testing the "People's Amphibian"

3. Professor Grenouille completing Professor Wakimojo's

work in miniaturiasing dophins for tabbed tins by

creating scalable brains

4. Assassination of Stonefish by Yichi using fire extinguishers,

creating a snowman with a bubble pipe in his mouth added

by Soichi the failed sculptor cum coin counterfeiter.

5. Pearl wedding of Toshiro and Miyu at the Electric Eel

Bar and Dance

6. Professor Wakimojo creating mix and match dinosaur

skeletons to boost research funding

7. Yoshio besting Stonefish in a puffer fish vs pirhana bet

8. Toshiro campaigning for poison dart frog preservation

and continuing to trade diseased predator pelts at a discount

through Hammerhead Import Export.

9. Takanabe X, precinct chief busting small time crooks

to fulfil various govt quotas.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,545 by FisherKingKQJ

Around her place retrieving tennis ball-
Who should catch me out but chameleon she?
She'd turned curvaceous, yes, for girl sure tall,
The spectacles gone, far as I could see.
She called me in in awkward silent's stall,
And briefed me studies, what she'd one day be,
As you can fathom, I began to fall
In love through angel cakes and cups of tea.
Her love was for Jesus, role outreaching,
I seethed a glorious second place long shot-
Was this shy and younger soul beseeching?
She'd bounced to babe from baby, brainy hot.
Tongues speaking, allo, ello, ullo, frame
Of mind, I mean to marry her, so game.

(Chrorus)

o $10,000,000 frame
o $10,000,000 border
o $10,000,000 outline

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SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

a study toward sonnet #1,544 by FisherKingKQJ

My eyes caress her young slim rounds and curves,
Grossed calories account there camel-like,
Her sparkling eyes a former feelings dike,
Things tallied, each inflection hors d'oeuvres.
The shallows shadows show wrists tender nerves;
Then incidental bending hemline hike
Molds sinews, stretching skein no trough and spike,
Folds back as soon, propriety conserves.
Her v cut vest bust plumps relief or shades,
My finger bones would fill stop gap rib grooves
In breathed out, lampshade black and gray in grades,
Minutest trembling, lung-heart, lovely proves.
Plucked cactus blooms perch curled round her ear lobe,
My tingling tongue wet tip there wants to probe.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 lobe
o $10,000,000 appendage
o $10,000,000 extra

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This blog and its companion site are restricted to

eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

its characters are purely coincidental. All names

are hashed off alphabetical dice cubes as indeed

all virtual worlds associated in the mid term

future.

(Mehetelo City. The private function room of

the Electric Eel Bar and Dance.)

Yoshio - I've got some good news and some bad

news, girls. You're going to be blooded into the

gang as visiting associates. However, Toshiro

believes, and I agree, that deaths by misadventure

are no place for women. The well worn rut of

sexual entrapment and emotionally centred

blackmail is plenty enough. Your skills with

boomerangs, the technique for knocking down

rivals from round a corner at an intersection are

going to be incorporated in a blind to ruin

Stonefish once and for all. He likes to get his

hands dirty working with his soldiers, putting

his own ear to the tattle on the deep fry dumpling

carts. While you are openly practising your

boomerang throws in the precincts of Mehetelo

City, to dirty the waters and wash our hands,

that useless scab Crybaby, the rehabilitated

cannibal will let Stonefish into the warehouse

containing Miyu's wedding gift, the crystal

glass pressure cooker aquarium. As he ponders

the resemblance between the death mask

therein, as his gang sharpen their shuriken

in ultranationalist fervour, how it resembles and

yet doesn't resemble him, Yichi the freelance thug

will plaster him with a contraption holding two

fire extinguishers. But you didn't hear it from

me.

Mindy - We heard it from a miniaturised

dodo bird in a bonsai tree.

Yoshio - Yes, my dears, it was only a vision in

Toshiro's magic crystal upturned goldfish bowl.

Cindy - I saw a looped rerun of Miyu's cooking

show last night. Professor Grenouille used an

eyedrop to drip acid rain into the aquarium

pressure cooker and the death mask reputed

to be of King Mithridates, dumped off the

coast of Nedea, for ballast during a typhoon,

by a Portuguese galleon, took a bleaching seachange.

Yoshio - King Mithridates was the last in line

of a dynasty of namesakes. Can you see the beauty?

Mindy - To think King Mithridates would

immunise himself with doses of snakebite.

Cindy - Antivenins.

Yoshio - He reputedly had a 74 ingredient recipe

for a universal antidote.

Mindy - We underestimate the ancients in their

cleverness.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

This blog and its companion site are restricted to

eighteen years and over. Any resemblance to

characters herein would be coincidental. All names

are hashed from alphabetical dice cubes and lead into

virtual worlds associated in the mid term future.

(Mehetelo City. Happy hour at the Electric Eel Bar

and Dance. Cindy has splashed a cocktail across

dixie yankee quisling Corporal Jack's shirt, after

making a wrongful accusation, and both girls have

left the bar in a huff.)

Jack - There's something wrong with that girl

however sweet looking she might be.

(The bartender turns his attention to Crybaby, the

rehabilitated cannibal with motor neurone disease

who wears wooden dentures. Crybaby croons.)

a study toward sonnet #1,543 by FisherKingKQJ

Sharp creased, tie clip wearing wiry Yichi,

On his face looks of frightful blissed out lour,

His dogteeth are rolled gold sparks, less sour,

His diamond cufflinks white on cream agree.

I pinched a window seat offpeak to see

The ankle high sharkskin boots with clicking cower,

To get a woozy whiff of cologne overpower,

Those promises of marks about to be.

Esup binge barf boozer, Vep broke broker

Francois faux tramp, Atjo halfarse whore-

Some among the many this young joker

Has sorted silkily on point shave score.

He's dapper dolled, the only freelance thug,

His sayso, he puts your tie straight or snug.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 thug

o $10,000,000 bully

o $10,000,000 standover

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(Off screen studio of the Wonky Wok cooking show)

Miyu - I have some good news and some bad news, girls.
The good news is that Oja has made a miraculous
recovery. The bad news is that he can't remember
a bit about his previous life as Pehetelo's most
notorious crime boss.
Cindy - Cough cough, a likely story cough cough.
Miyu - You must keep this a secret.
Mindy - I promise that we didn't hear anything.
Miyu - Promise, promise, promise. Toshiro has already
given me the pressure cooker aquarium for our
pearl wedding anniversary.
Cindy - Go on.
Miyu - I've commissioned a little Lecalo drama for
the Electric Eel Bar and Dance on the occasion of
our renewed vow reception. I'm going to spring Oja on
Toshiro as a little pleasant surprise.
Mindy - What role could that eighty five year old baby
possibly play?
Miyu - It's not very demanding. He's a dead deep sea diver
in Suruga Bay, tangled in rotten old fish net and the
remnant of his air hose. Dead man's crabs wearing breathing masks
climb up the netting and nip at his overalls out of curiousity.
Cindy - But can they croon, if I recall my Puj and Lecalo
correctly?
Miyu - Oh yes. As it is proven that fish are full of sounds.
But you see, the twist is it's dolphin.
Mindy - Dolphin is an undeciphered language a hundred times
harder than the Keqepese patois I've mastered.
Miyu - Professor Wakimojo has cracked that rosetta stone. We
have a few cuss words made in bleeps. The rest will fall in place,
just like Egyptian hieroglyphs.
Cindy - Professor Wakimojo is in grief for his shortchanged
research assistant who froze in not so mysterious
circumstances.
Mindy - I don't think he'll be much use.
Miyu - Well, there's good and bad news to come. Professor
Grenouille of Mururoa Atoll University, suspended for having
an affair with a student, has made available his passing
knowledge in fish. While on leave, he has also offered
to quality control your cane toad paste.
Cindy - I've always believed in human rights. The deputies,
following Marie Antoinette's example, should make
amphibian available to the restless ghettos of Paris.
A people's amphibian would stop the ongoing riots
among idle emigree welfare beneficiaries.
Mindy - No more overturned cars set alight and so on.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

(Cable channel #666 The Wonky Wok cooking show.

Infomercial break.)

Voiceover -This is a paid presentation on behalf of the

Affordable Dynamite Fishing Co.

Mindy - Hey, I'm Mindy Brown.

Cindy - And I'm Cindy Black. And we're here to present

you with a one time discount offer of a month's free

cane toad flyfish for a limited time only, a no questions

money back on the 31st of the month guarantee.

Mindy - That's right, all you have to do is send some

personal information and all these wonderful cane toad

baits will be on your doorstep postage inclusive in one

week.

Mindy - Just what exactly is a cane toad bait?

Cindy - You've heard of dynamite dolphin fishing.

Mindy - Out of my price range. A chartered factory ship.

No way!

Cindy - But now you can have firecracker cane toad fishing

in your own backyard.

Mindy - Do I really need a holding company registered in

Panama for a bit of fun on the side.

Cindy - That's right. You've seen flying fish land themselves

ahead of flopping porpoises.

Mindy - Those flying fish have got legs.

Cindy - Well, this flying fish fly bait cleverly conceals a

firecracker. Canons for swimming pools, double happies

for spa pools, and tom thumbs for backyard ponds.

Voiceover - Offer for a limited time only. Special conditions

apply.*

*No abos.

SPADES DIAMONDS CLUBS HEARTS

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(Crooned by Yoshio the Fiddler Crab Togo, counsel,
on the occasion of the pearl wedding anniversary
and renewal of marriage vows by Toshiro and Miyu,
at the Electric Eel Bar and Dance.)

What's massacred young loyal gangster's molls?
Since gloryday that's only leap years gone?
They're venus flytrap's feed, the grind hard won,
They dig but deeper their own damp foxholes.
What's pulverised young gangster urban patrols?
Since heyday, heaped a loaded dice upon?
They're mountain microclimates, all dusted done,
Meercat crag pitcher plant feed each, old souls.
Who's sold on smelly, wet venus flytraps
And pitcher plants when you purely think of it?
Blowflies in acid rain hair trigger flit
And fortune's soldiers drown past sunny slit.
Money's yet in hole in one frost courses,
Future gangsters, leave off mercenary forces.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 courses
o $10,000,000 paths
o $10,000,000 routes

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(Miyu sits alone at the private hospital bedside
of official gumba Oja, who is in a coma still, cause
conjectured, after fifteen years. A bored and
slightly nervous rookie cop peers in from time
to time through the mesh reinforced pane of
the ward door. Miyu starts to spoon feed Oja,
tears in her eyes.)
Miyu - Oja, though you can't speak, I know you can hear.
This coma is killing me. Toshiro and I are due
for retirement ourselves soon, too, so with a pain in
my heart I've decided to knock you off with the smallest
dose possible of crushed sleeping pill I could
manage. Our kind have always been the pioneers of
early reitrement. One little swallow of this gourmet
pet food jellied jellyfish and pumpkin chives mash.
That's my boy.

(Oja's Adam's apple wobbles, his eyes blink, he sits
up in his bed with a start, licks his lips clean and starts
to croon the love sonnet, It's a Lovely World through a
Little Baby's Eyes.)

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(Cable channel #666 The Wonky Wok, a cooking show
hosted by Mrs Miyu Yakuza, gangster's moll, with a
subscriber audience of 13 quality people. Special guest
mad Professor Wakimojo stands in the background
waiting his dice cube cue.)
Miyu - I can't tell you how pleased I am to share my
pearl wedding gift from husband Toshiro with you my
loyal followers.
Wakimojo - The crystal glass aquarium pressure cooker
was moulded in Paris by the finest compulsive gamblers
to clear their debts.
Miyu - Just look at the black pearls round the neck of the
ancient death mask of someone not unlike someone else.
Wakimojo - From a speck of nuisance grit the oyster is
able to fight back and create resplendent organic jewellery.
Miyu - Thirty years of love and devotion between a
man and a woman in times when every second person is
getting divorced. What a precious gift.
Wakimojo - I'll slowly turn down the dimmer switch and just
watch what happens. See. The snipefish at the top of
the pressure cooker aquarium dim down their own
bioluminescence through the pineal window on top of
their heads to blend in with the ambient light and make
their bellies invisible to the eyes of the giant dead man's
crabs guarding the ancient death mask in the sand bed below.
Miyu - What's the span from pincer to pincer of the giant
dead man's crabs?
Wakimojo - Five to eight feet.
Miyu - And they eat drowned sailors?
Wakimojo - Yes, white boots and scratched bones have
been salvaged from the dark depths in the shadow of Mt Fuji.
Miyu - There you have it, my friends. You are what you eat.
Don't you dare change the channel during the fly fishing
infomercial break. After a nice glass or two of lovely
white gelatin sake, we'll be with you again to show you
how in ten minutes, with a simple crystal glass aquarium
pressure cooker or not, you too can steam deadman's crab.

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(Private function room of the Killer Whale Fish
Restaurant and Bath-house. Toshiro the Octopus
Yakuza, gumba, and Yoshio the Fiddler Crab Togo,
counsel, pore over a blueprint pirated from one of
Stonefish's high tech rotten borough warehouses.
On platters on a sideboard stand puffed up puffer
fish peppered with seamonkey clouds, plastic
seaweed, plastic deepsea divers next to plastic
treasure chests spilling plastic gold coins in
white gelatin sake aspic. The aspic looks like
upside down gold fish bowls, because it was moulded
in right side up gold fish bowls.)

Toshiro - I think Stonefish must suffer from
Asperger's syndrome, this is pie in the sky, pure
fantasy.
Yoshio - Thankfully our mad professor is no match
for Stonefish's mad professor.
Toshiro - Quite frankly, the world, sorry as it is,
will teeter on. We have the greenfields of Northern
Siberia to explore yet.
Yoshio - People have grown tired of visiting publicly
funded nazi death camps. A great entrepreur such as
you, Toshiro-san, could open up the Soviet labour camps
as tourist destinations and create a win-win business
relationship with our comrade arctic circle vors.
Toshiro - And miniaturisation due to overpopulation
will surely be my legacy, my gift to future generations,
my final act of philanthropy in my dotage. The
Siberians have been through a lot - they deserve hole
in one golf courses on the dwindling permafrost. Their
nouveau rich are an opportunity.
Toshiro - Look at this. Stonefish's rocket, strapped to the
roof of a bullet train.
Yoshio - This plan to fly into the corona of the setting sun
on leap day, Year of the Seamonkey, is crazy beyond
belief.
Toshiro - Stonefish surviving the self destruction of the world
cosied up to his harem of pole dancers, in a parallel universe,
it's an insult to the intelligence, a one finger salute is crazy.
We have to kill him through its metaphysics to save him
from himself.
Yoshio - I propose a death mask, made inexactly from tattle
and chinese whispers on the deep fry dumpling carts, to
draw him out. You know his twin vices, democracy and
micromanagement.

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[in draft the love sonnet 'World is going to end, might as
well loot it for what it's worth' crooned by Stonefish.]
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[in draft the love sonnet 'I forged a love letter to myself
from my secret crush' crooned by Stonefish.]
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Boxing Day, Year of the Seamonkey.

(Toshiro the Octopus Yakuza comes out of the

ocean stateroom en suite aboard the icebreaker

Noh's Arc, wearing a Santa beard of shaving cream

on his face, carrying a shaving brush in its pestle,

and croons the love sonnet What's Become of the

Loyal Gangsters' Molls? [still in draft].

Miyu - You were the only one who could make me

laugh and forget my cares for a while, Toshiro-san,

though I had may suitors, although it wasn't obvious at

first look that you were the One. But the others

married well, and things do work out in the long run.

And with Stonefish out of the way we can breathe again.

The terrible things I'd hear that he would do like

blend into the glittering rough cast plaster ceilngs of

no star ninja motel suites and then flop onto his victims

seemingly out of nowhere.

Toshiro - Stonefish was right about me being a lily

palmed white collar intellectual. Shakedowns and

assassinations were always a tour of duty for me,

mail fraud, blackmail, matchfixing and false passports

were my true calling. Where Stonefish went wrong was

trying to beat me at my own game. He froze to death

our dear Professor Tukokawi's research assistant to

break his heart and put an end to my marine research

into miniatursied dolphins.

Miyu - I too believe miniaturised dolphins side by side

with pilchards and sardines in the same tabbed gourmet

pet food tin will be a hit in the seaplatter markets.

Toshiro - It is time for mankind to stand a giant in the

animal kingdom at the centre of things, again. Stonefish was

an escapist, illiterate bluffer who had no faith, he believed

that the world was going to self destruct and it was a

great idea to grab a lot of everything ahead of time.

Miyu - His own mad professor could only come up with a

rocket aimed at the corona of the sun.

Toshiro - Which is hotter than the sun itself.

Miyu - To escape into a parallel universe. Ludicrous.

Toshiro - I got Soichi the master forger and failed sculptor

to make an inexact death mask of Stonefish's ugly face to

draw him into a vacant warehouse in Soichi's art commune

cum rotten borough of state of art high tech. Micro-

management was always Stonefish's weakness, fatal

for an oyabun. But we must be wary, always, my love.

Already, his left hand yes man the mosaic mongoloid is

putting together that gang again. What's for dinner, Miyu-san

my one true love?

Miyu - Stranded Suicide Delight, your favourite.

Toshiro - Ah, yes, my favourite, crummy vestigial Pilot

whale fish fingers. I've always been partial to backpedallers

stir fried in white gelatin sake.

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Stonefish - I find it hard to believe, girl gangs in
Australia and NZ. In Japan there are only
girl suicide clubs - saccharine has a bitter
aftertaste. I think goldilocks is a cutter and
ravenhair is a purger. That's what I think.
Cindy - But you couldn't be more wrong, we've
already cut a deal with Yoshio.
Stonefish - Any road, every civilisation, every
human endeavour has a classic period after which
everything degenerates. For example, the
classic period of Aussie crime is the great Abo
bush barbecue burn off three thousand years
ago when Hokkaido and Gondwanaland were
joined at the spit like Siames twins. Botany
bay penal colonies are very small potatoes.
Jaywalking and loitering aborigines - what
has the great crime family reduced itself to.
Mindy - And Maori cannibals don't keep their
own slaves anymore. Even Jesus is not to their
taste anymore.
Stonefish - Don't be taken in by the tattle at the
deepfry dumpling carts - I learnt to tally on
Ecuadorean bananaboats, and my Mandarin
is impeccable, learnt at the knee of my foster
mum.
Yoshio - Let me get a word in edgeways, Stonefish-san.
Cindy and Mindy are going into business with
me. They have an idea, a labour exchange for
paranoid schizophrenics called Patsies for Hire.
Toshiro has rubberstamped it as he wants to
give something more to give back to society
for the sustainable skims, one per cent of
everything, that he's enjoyed over the years.
Stonefish - Toshiro is an old fogey set in his ways.
The climate has changed for organised crime.

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a study toward sonnet #1,533 by FisherKingKQJ

Epilogue

(Miyu, sleepwalking croons. Yoshiro stirs, and
sits up in their kingsize waterbed.)

Noh's Arc
by Mrs Miyu Yakuza
transl. by Nicky-san
from busted Japanese into broken English

As Toshiro and I hugged jaw by jowl
On salt rimed steel rails of Noh's Arc poop-deck,
Above our ocean state room foam and fleck,
One chilling chime from ventilator cowl.
We caught the avalanche crash, gouge and growl,
Our livestock holds creaked baulkheads' slow wreck,

St Petersburg heaped still horizon speck,
El Nino pushed, La Nina pulled more foul.
Giant steamboat stoked by lookalikes yet raw
Defrosts us first, then species two by two,
Our jellyfish, seakraits and robot crew,

A thousand years on, an icebreaker thaw.
Ancestral spooks trade under oldest name,
If pilot Stonefish lookalike acts tame.

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 name
o $10,000,000 badge
o $10,000,000 title

Toshiro - I love you, Miyu, for your sleepwalking
on and off the Wonky Wok, your addiction to
designer shoes, your white sake tippling, they
only make you more endearing as the years go by.
Our remarriage on our pearl wedding anniversary
was icing on the cake. If only you would put
down that blackmarket used taser - Korean hotplate
barbecue charcoal smoked dolphin could be
the end of us.


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(Meeting between Yoshio and Stonefish in a

no star motel business convention room.

Cigarette smoke is heavy in the air and Yoshio's

delegation including Cindy and Mindy are all

wearing gas masks and Stonefish's delegation

are all wearing aqualungs.)

Yoshio - Please accept apologies for Toshiro's

absence. Oja mumbled something yesterday

and is showing some signs of improvement.

Stonefish - I admire Toshiro's undying loyalty.

At the same time, everyone knows he's to retire soon,

and that you are his natural successor. Explain

the fluff.

Yoshio - This is Cindy, this Mindy, they're our

antipodean eyes and ears and as such have

observer status. Cindy will be writing the minutes.

Stonefish - Only with this gold nibbed fountain pen.

Cindy - I was chosen especially for my busted

Japanese and poor handwriting.

Mindy - I'm shortsighted and my contact lenses

would be laughed out of any court of law.

Stonefish - In poor faith I accept your minutes as

torn, blotted, wrinkled, mispelt and grammatically

incorrect. Takanabe X and his ilk must always be

sold short.

Takanabe X - It keeps me out of mischief.

Stonefish - I want the old video tape first, and second,

nothing less than the criminalisation of big tobacco.

The black market is stagnating in all sectors.

Complacency and make do are setting in among

wholesalers.

Takanabe X - You don't have to show me the figures.

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(Yoshio, Cindy, and Mindy watch a home video from

the sanctuary of a kingsized waterbed.)

Yoshio - Precinct police chief Takunabe X pirated

this video for me from the department's black

museum. Miyu said something out of order on

her cable tv show the Wonky Wok about

Stonefish, and I will be presenting it to him as a

peace offering and as a bargaining token at our

pow-wow on Stonefish's home turf.

Cindy - The video is shaky, was the cameraman

scared witless?

Yoshio - No, he was a harmless old upskirter with

arthritis in his right wrist. This is accidental

footage from when Stonefish was a freelance

mugger of no interest.

Mindy - That drunk, surely not that drunk.

Yoshio - Watch as he throws a can on the litter.

Cindy - Makes no difference.

Mindy - Whoah! The litter turns into a greatcoat,

the greatcoat swallows the drunk.

Yoshio - There are no other pictures of Stonefish.

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a study toward sonnet #1,534 by FisherKingKQJ

Does she love me? The rube's shameful query,
Does she disclose her eyes part through a kiss?
Overeager yet compliant, she's eerie,
Is that a cheater's sign, things gone amiss?
Is she calculating, loud and leery,
First heaven queued for seventh heaven bliss?
Does she use charm just to practise cheery?
From wedge I shoulder, play fight wind or hiss?
Does she love me little? Little enough,
Compared to heated hatred? Does warm best all?
Have I missed near a suitor surfing squall?
Dilemma fitting lame blokes off the cuff.
When I bear hug her high heels off the deck
Do her eyes backward look, and booty check?

(Chorus)

o $10,000,000 deck
o $10,000,000 floor
o $10,000,000 plateau

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