All near misses
Bashful kisses
Meet the missus
How’s your father?
Have a lager
Enchilada
Mexicana?
Tijuana
Marijuana?
How’s your karma
Panorama
Rusticana
Croft on Orkney
Me and Daphne
Up a gum tree
Sad conclusion
Dead illusion
Dissolution
When people get asked
how they want
to be governed
they say nothing
or better:
true
democracy
soft cops & hard cops
find it best to turn blind eyes
to ‘difficult girls’
curiously uncurious
hobnob case conferences
Climate of fear
reign of terror
who can you trust?
No one
Never
all that water
under the bridge
avoiding
the swim
you cannot
bathe in
the same river
once
When the sun
overclouds
cold scurries up my leg.
All that hoary glory –
sadly, I was right!
This is going nowhere slow.
So slow it runs backwards
rewind hollow tat
anti-clock
wisely
bona fide
enemy of the state
Yes, gumption is a problem
They are building siege towers
Am I worthy cannon fodder?
The petrified squirrel says no
Women know when you
let go the ghost
coz you stink
she shouts
in bronze mask
Headlines:
Mock hubristic parvenu
eats humble pie elevenses.
Cat shows fur ball disapproval at atrophy.
Elephant chews atmospheric spinach.
Tear stains Willow.
Wheatfield Craze rocks Kuala Lumpur.
Weather: uninterrupted coverage.
Cricket: England draw Water.
Late curfew in Sun City
In the sugar hole
prized out last remaining twix
hopeful of some oomph
Pickled punchy
Monday morning sot
K2 ascension
trudge and huff.
Wind blusters, gusting away
remnants of claggy, stubborn night.
Wolf pack rampant roadmap
eyeballs throb in misty mirrror.
Brain damage limitation.
Fromage marshmallow ganglia.
Camembert opaque frosted
Yellow day.
…
Insurgent tree surgeons
gather storm broken
eucalyptus limbs.
Big cavernous rumbles.
Apple tree crumbles.
Head waiter fumbles,
stumbles, tumbles.
The tray vibrates
gawky albatross libations
part company with host,
comic crash slapstick pratfall
radical payload scatters
huddled throng,
babbling surprise looks on aghast,
desultory fat barman
fetches bucket and mop,
mumbling vacuous
‘Sorriesirs, Moddoms…’
glaring doom on prone
crone squirming,
yelping victim
plaintive noises,
just made jobless
in gin and debris.
So we cut the abstract,
not like light or mayhem
See that, I missed it too
Perhaps it…no
Don’t fall for that
Luxury
Turn off the light.
Shan’t see now
Angels
This is you and me
Once immediate
Like a memory
Of
Important lightning
Grimbeau 