Gruel!
Trucks splayed on winceyette
Paperbacked up by thumbsail rigging.
Thieved, not in the slightest borrowed
Robbed, not pure good lend-lease film fan
Ships of Liberty cargoing
Senile bananas to far flung
Gerontocracies
These dodgems
Run by ruffians with friends
In low places: naked ventriloquists
Licking smarmphones of pox.
Rant!
Bang the wall against your head
Laughing warm inside when you find
It is only made of tapioca.
Covetous:
It is my stingray!
The screams stopped all shopping in earshot.
Mine (assertive).
Mine (plaintive, filling up, wait for it)
…Mine (balling, stamping, screaming).
Uproar.
The law is present, masculine,
portentous and plump.
A strident protest, indeed.
Young fellow, m’lad!
Trespassers will be prosecuted
Whether they like it or not.
Have a pear drop.
Half man: half musket
Was not was
Noisome
Stroke me branches crest the lawn,
Attracting glances beside
the splendiferous alpine experience.
A dog cocks its leg on the ugly plastic herb cover.
The tiger glows under the daffodil.
Aphids pester gannets
Thrashing in mild dark.
Slow is what it is.
The cream is questionable,
but I have no fear
cautiously prizing the lid
finding caramel and semen.
The red rubber band
on the pastry
turned blue in the freezer.
I leave the door open
to help it find room temperature.
Grimbeau 