Big Foot in Mouth
Act your age
Not your
Shoe size
What! I said
Two thousand
Five hundred
Millimetres
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: blogging
August 31, 2014
A Crock in the Park
Overseas posting
not good enough,
don’t try harder!
It’ll shine when it shines.
Good plop and poem
about New York
by Bugsy Seagull –
something about rap,
Drive-by shooting music.
Got the croc &
ref to Prufrock.
Felt great weight
fall from me.
Refreshed by
Mountain Fontain
Compulsorally hosed,
Crimped, and pinked.
Brunch in Zimbabwe
With old boys
Sporting ties
Old school lies.
August 30, 2014
Bystanders
Attempts to engage
& inspire provide
Mere, cheap free
fatuous masonry
to bolster up
& elaborate her
Forty fictions;
So, off he traipsed,
hill sheep sullen
to wattle
& daub the beehive
against the elements;
Brittle bricks
& poor mortar
for fear’s shiftless,
feckless gaol:
Self.
I give up &
concern myselves
otherwise.
In confluence,
separation lies.
August 30, 2014
Absolution
Shitting
your boxers
first thing
throws One
right off
One’s stride
I see you
angry and puny:
Cursefully,
tearfully,
damning your lot,
as you scoop it
sensibly
like a grown-up
from the kitchen sink
and fetch it with aplomb
to the awkward
jakes
for final
Absolution
August 30, 2014
Restful Laters
Stiffening breeze, yew spangle,
Forsythia: magic citrus mirror
Makes sharp shrift
misty sun smiles
like an aged, kind,
two-faced familiar,
clearly warming to its task, aware:
Not long before this hemisphere
is done with for another year.
August 28, 2014
Not A Verse
This is
not
a poem
So do
not
worry
Or
read it
Instead,
Tear it up
Burn it
And
Eat more
Eggs
August 28, 2014
Hobby Horse
Head: Hitting midday again,
Drugless and fagless,
my knees unmet. Took a fizzy codeine
about an hour ago and went
back to my bed: Head.
Tuned into
Janacek: Grosz salon folk dances,
berserkers in tuxedos,
dead eyed vamps: Head
Jazz age Thedas, crawling
Astaire way to Paradise,
Fatty Bugattis,
fat butcher’s chops,
Cops in yachts,
lindy bops, listless sops:
Head.
August 28, 2014
Alimentary, My Dear Emotion
Halfway out
mauve porch
some sun decides
to join the party
bins are emptied
rain wet ramp,
hick brick Ha-ha
under tree detritus.
Here
Jackson Pollack
Frolicked once.
In the dry, damp dust,
scattered with cinnamon twigs,
silver Simeon stones,
and missionary weeds,
A mandrake sighs.
August 27, 2014
Puke Bag
Midday
Wafer thin ham, poached eggs,
& toast on the way.
The beeps, the beeps, the beeps…
it is afternoon!
Took a stroll around, saw what gives.
Shoulder pain.
Baked pseuds and garrottes
Accompany
The shrews for luncheon.
PC Plod enjoys his truncheon,
wielding it without compunction,
except of course in Rotherham
where no bugger gives a damn
about reports of
babes and sucklings
You fuck them up
We fuck them off,
Quite puts me off
The Strogonoff
August 27, 2014
Jomblies
Sloth, Banjo, and his wife,
Susannah
Had a nice time in Havana
Six flagons of gin,
made a right din –
came back without
their Pyjama
Grimbeau 