Midnight
all alone in the moonlight
Plays on my mind like hell
In the late afternoon
Doors open and close
The summer wind’s got up
After a well ernt lie-in
Today
defensive & hostile
never listening to your
parental commands
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…
Cantankerous harridan
scultpted neolithic jaw
face plentifully overstuffed
angel voiced choir
sings:
‘never judge a cover by it’s book
we all stand alone together’
Still farting around
unsettled, fidgety,
detached, remote?
Then go take Dump!
Tick the Box!
Sign out!
*
Hazy murk soon spreads,
dampens the daylight,
giant hogweed encroach
harbouring malicious intent
*
You to blister, to paralyse,
to analyse stragglers,
scantily clad day-trippers,
pale gormless nudists,
innocent blithe minors,
demented wayward majors.
*
Normality is resumed at last.
The regular service
The bland repast.
A strict diet of worms and woodlice.
The occasional festive
peppering of capers.
Stuffed Olives if you’re lucky.
*
So, go Squawk
Scrabble and squabble
for scraps cooped up in your hovel.
Grovel for a drop to drink
acknowledging your unworthiness
with ingratitude and contempt.
Vibrant dawn dazzles
Pitch bone slate lamp nightdreamers
Eyeblink shadows flit
Earlybirds dart brisk alert
Incanted day arrives
Perfect golden light
Rakes tree leaf and bark
Hope springs all prisoners
They’ll bite your bum, the posh, the scum
& leave you blistered, black and brown
seeking out asylum
*
killing smiles say voodoo child, say wait a while
redacting files the crocodile smiles
mumbling quick ‘I’m sorries’
*
to what? to whom? the empty cell
the vacant room, closer to the tomb than womb
gazing at the morning
Afternoon sister
Leaning dogs snore gentle tunes
Whispers shudder warm
Grimbeau 