Elliptic cryptic triptych
Larder of Turkish Delights
Erroneous Bosch
Chemical cosh created
For dosh crazed Eternity
Polemical cant
Canonical rant
Never behave as your told
Act your shoe size not your age
Dolores del Rio
Slept naked and light
Under a mosquito net
When the howls started
Red ants enveloped her
Wading defiant ravenous
Steadfast as Durutti columns
About her omphalos
Lapping crass molasses
Slow high thin black cloud
Bisected the fulsome moon
As a cut throat razor rent
Her mindseye’s worst nightmare
Of being eaten alive
When our hero Joe Gobi
Got wind of what happened
He hit the tin roof
‘A travesty…that’s what it is’
Silence loud as no cicadas
Echoed round the caravanette
We had no stomach for the sea
Night was falling anyway
It was back to the pueblo
For anchovies al fresco
Tea tree pungency
Midday twenty three.
Kilbride’s secret went
to the grave with him
everso tiny
peanut butter sandwiches
stitched into his stomach lining
there were no flies on Kilbride
just wasps and hornets
Pretty common for late August
In Andalucía
Observations of a soggy flower
do not set the world ablaze.
There’s enough grief to
go round these days
I suppose
common old perennials
grow back when people don’t.
So sorry Lily,
you’ve had your fifteen minutes
Grimbeau 