Pomes is
Commoditties
Vacuum packed starshells
Beside the brassica
Liquid cheese fajitas
Above the pistachios
Something for the weekend
The Poet
A mere commode…
So go to
work on a leg,
or,
better still,
two.
Plumb
the crumbliest,
Flakiest
confection
in the world
it does what
it says
on the tin:
Authentic
Teak
Finish
Go on,
Try it!
Yes, you can
If you like
Ike
& Tina
Tuna Chunks
‘All the best poets are in advertising’
i heard a flanneur say
so i put him in the compost
and I’ll bury him in May
Four in the morning;
radio off.
Silent sleep till…
Listful, churning daybreak
Nina ticks the boxes: arms,
Legs, eyes, souls all present
Incorrect but nonetheless…
Moon waiting, peeved, tapping
On the hollow roof, leaning on stack
And ridge tiles like a lazy bailiff
Time for mass critical
Time to bind leviathan
With mistletoe and
Gossamer cupidity
Grimbeau 