Above in mucky plywood fascia
house martins twerp replete with breakfast grubs.
The radio bleats about passionate endeavour
provided by an engineering degree,
flamingo dreams of radiant love trysts
kissing seasalt eternity ominously
poised on the bow of the Titanic.
A special happy prospect.
Fate is in your hands
A qualified mechanic
Midday!
Phew, that was close run race.
Nearly did something worthwhile
Till I came to my senses.
Let me tell you straight
The terror was tangible, tangerine, terrible.
Now it is over I can
return to Furplefarple Land
rest easy better in my bed
than this red sweater does
but cobalt and magenta
are in the wash
and so is
a frozen chicken
…like a sub without an urb
A town without a centre
A blurb without a verb
A daughter called Placenta
An anthem to mundanity
Where chickens dance like mascots
And fuck their best mate’s bird
Rent out time shares in Damascus
Own a cat that’s never purred…
Eternal prisoners
Far wandering souls
Glowing phosphor essences
Cheap tricks of the light
Shadows of evening
Ever receding
Memories of you
Grimbeau 