Midnight Lump
Don green socks:
Equinox
Burnished gold:
Growing cold
Amber fire:
Warm desire
Purple patch:
Strike a match
Grimbeau
Scroodles
November 26, 2015
Bingo!
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
November 26, 2015
I Witness
Green balloon plummets
Petrified screeches
Thud, thud, thud, whoosh, bang
We ran toward it
The scene unfolded
Before we knew it
The horse had bolted
November 26, 2015
Sweet Shop
Twinkle, tinkle
Brittle Jar
Far too full
That’s what you are
Sat up haughty
On the shelf
Playing with
My mental health
November 26, 2015
Bloody Repeats
He threw the telly out the window.
No glass broke.
It was a silent defenestration
The volume was muted.
The dog ran out for a keek,
to see if there was anything
behind the adverts
and returned unsated
with some gaudy wires
tangled up in his copious locks.
November 26, 2015
Honeytrap
She walks in duty
Carmelite
Breaking wind
When no one else can hear
Just like the queen does
November 26, 2015
zero hours
slam door thud silence
frantic lunchtime microwaves
hard working people
November 26, 2015
Known Unknowns
Surreal unplumbed sink
turns copious wonderbra
in dusky daylight
copious wormwood scrubs up
well after bubble bursts
Grimbeau 