Airs & Greys
Tonnes
Of Sonnets,
One net son,
Stone nots,
Nests,
Onset tones,
Snot.
Soft font
Toff
Notes
On
Foxes
Sent
Off
Grimbeau
Scroodles
October 1, 2014
October 1, 2014
Flying Chaucer
Touched
by a film
of frost,
the chill
Cascades
Waspishly
from the fanlight
Squirts
Little nips
of morning,
Bikini weather.
Motorway
neuronal
city women
fret more
about how
they look
than fish do.
Pastel shy-blue,
sky-blue
Sky
evicts
beige clouds
Twenty eight thousand
Miles out there,
just now
A space boulder
passed
over my
Shoulder.
October 1, 2014
One Golden Moment
Way downstream in Sometime
Waters rose when spring tides surged.
How very dared I meet her then,
And brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lay down in the valley below
Where milk cows ruminous mull.
After hands work fields that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo toiled
October 1, 2014
Pinch, Punch!
Cheroot in hand up
to the bidet-bog.
Down to
Lamplight:
candle lit,
curtained cave.
The news, the morning news:
Hong Kong Occupy (day six);
first Ebola in the states;
15yr old girl off
To wed a warrior.
Sit and listen,
listen and sit,
sat idly
scribbling
morning drivel.
Back to bed or not? Not.
Wrote a sketch about
The flasher in the night,
Working title: Up the Boreen.
The work, the work!
Exhausting thoughts.
I’m tired. Day is dawning. Pull the curtains open.
…A girl has been found in a London river…
She didn’t make it.
Grimbeau 