fun things to with a rake
while watching spiders premeditating doom ray splendours…
Cold feet drive me on
Vantage point above reveals
Unkempt half-harvested bits
Drying slowly up
Resigned disappointed
This time round by self not others
Unfit for unknown purpose
Cold feet warming up
Get back on your bicycle
Juggle pernicious holly
Weave bramble beehives
And should you deem it fits
Tidy lawn, make trips & wear a robust hat
The rake makes slow progress minus that
trout brown maroon grey Slaney river sauceboat
gatekeep watching bold fishers
poach some ten pound boots
pink chair hairdresser highlights Daisy;s roots
in Wrinklebury mon amour darkened my door gone half-past four slipped wahey in stealth
having doctored plantive oak leaf moulds
buffed up limbless elfen torsos
made purple heathens quiver stark
pellucid black pools team up with newts– eat spawn like mango chutneys do when stirred
turned clock back to front
opened plastic door
revealing dark interior
suspect timing device
fitting in a way
let us just leave it that way
long night vigil howling wolf
disturbed by shagging corpses
truncated aspens
sprinkle dream spices
picasso eats a trombone
reinvents blue moons
Pin flags map on site mock up sea green mulch
free hand rolled paper slapdash poster painted gaudy play pit mud
snap plastic pocket pink forget me not token pink keepsake compass
cracker gifted know not
nefarious purposes
no doubt
prerequiste propitious ping
drunk titans caught cavorting
thus not
looking proper fallen crested
Claude immortalised poor Cassidy
—dry chuckled to himself—
funny name: budgerigar
neither fish nor foul mouthed
just felt like doing
Justice to something somehow…
~
Second symphony stops
abruptly wind up elastic band
let go lolly stick & bob’s your uncle?
Bawdy music hall, brazen burlesque, venereal vaudeville,
downfall of pretty belle epoque
Wash of brassy whoops-a-daisy
Claude comes later, tired, broke
Worn out orchestrating
Underwater chateaux noir
Doctors Sardonicus, Faust
Caligari, Diplodicus…too absent friends!
Sleep late come morning
Daddy died last night, Mon Brave
The simple life is true,
startling obvious
The morning is grey, flawless
My wine soused refugee uniform
Is folded neatly on the pine chair
My eyes are borrowed by cynics
Europe is collapsed
Yes, it’s war…zzzzz
*
Some somnambulists
shopsoiled
scuffed up bad
stagger back
somatex trends on tablet
mauve is the new grey
fluttering joggings, dry leaves,
silent violet slumber
for the wicked
*
On the Box
elegance and decadence
whispered septic tittering
Polly sipping gin through sock
mockery is old hat now non-u
empathy pulls on a rage of folly
anxious barking yells offstage
its Nigella training
loud loquacious luminaries
call us to come heel
*
in the ditch voices motley say
plain as pike staff this
the boss aint
got no threads on
bare as the day
he got born
shouting out orders
to us illiterates
in greek
in latin
unknown tongues
calling
though the know it…
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voices motley say
plain as pike staff this
the boss aint
got no threads on
bare as the day
he got born
shouting out orders
to us illiterates
in greek
in latin
unknown tongues
Swift smoke streams bite grey wafts
and heavy laden, leaden clouds
rush on the blasting, frantic wind.
Stoic conifers and bare trees bend
not more pissing snow again
and unbend, weave, give and lean.
sleazy keyboard,
diligently counting syllables,
keen hidden gleanings,
scatter chipped prune stones,
reminiscences…
behaviourally disturbed rook
that mistook
all night pharmacy
for a sweetie shop
Ashen lady
give up bow-wows
agility, utility
vulnerable
flyball toys—
anarchist heal thyself indeed!
Orlando gibbon howler
manic Balding monkey
Give up your dreams of
—Worst in Show
At Scrufft’s
Best Bad Teeth adjudicator
Blue Boots & Panties
Let it Roll
All night long…
Grimbeau 