Grimbeau

Scroodles

Serial Killer

Night & Day

Day & Night

In three parts

Night & Day

Day & Night

To the Outhouse

Yes, why not indeed

Have a wee toddle,

a wibbly-wobble

down the mazy lane,

plunge bracken scrub,

scrump wild fruit groves,

traverse the waterfall,

crawl gasping up arid scree,

clasp hard the giant beanstalk,

peruse the pristine chili pot,

achieve the cavernous outhouse,

home to venerable shallots,

gargantuan sardonic rats,

cold war veterans,

the battered legless Chippendale,

and Billy Smart’s

unfoldable deckchairs

Aerodrone

This time every day they prey

acute sapphire eyed

amber hawk circles low

infernal thermals

sizing up some juicy quarry

that toddler on a co-op trolley

the dauphin juggling in the yard

takes cover from a swooping bird

Tallyho!

Clean and dry, suited,

booted in cheapo,

garish Primark slippers,

we kiss the hogs,

mount the trusty chair

&

roll out to face the

world of sticks and stones

that break your bones

and weasel words

that just embalm you