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Wet Long Grass

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

jimmy-savile-eric-gill-d-notices-that-bbc-art-L-S4cNlm

diluted liquid fear

shy retiring acts of violence

child neglected architects

fabulise rustic cities

serial killer

chainsaw milk vandals

forging lawless frontiers from

farflung sporren lands

they can only kill

you once you can kill yourself

one day at a time

~

too cold to go out

eleven freezes over

bad for tight muscles

limber up indoors instead

slow motion vowel movements

~

Sporting clownish garb

Long legged daddy long legs

spatula juggler

feelgood factory engines

churning waffler in motion

time soars slow below

foundling in feather bucket

crow ravaged thorax

doctor who goes noncing there

on fabulous adventures

british broadcasting

corporate porkies

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Figaro the Cockatoo

So what if the boss you ask
catches me meeting my needs?
I will tear his nose off
tar him with the soggy end
no one but no one crosses
Figaro The Cockatoo
Lord Protector of Ancient Woodlands
Peanut Pilferer to the Beak
Crown Jewel robber by
Royal Disappointment
to the Most Asperiou Great Monad
of  Gibraltar Rock

L’America

So...
friendly strangers came to town
now guess what you did
you made enemies of them
go find yourselves
smart ass fair weather friends
you ain't riders on the storm
your just pishogues
in the solar wind
so that's what pinko lefties
bang on about till your sick
of hearing it any more
...and the sky is wide
just like in the old days when
people used to dream on you

 

Earlybirdies

Cold turkey chasers
Chain smoking peccadilloes
Twenty four seven
extinguish milk bottles
pending replacements
A nice drop of air cascades
On the woodland hideaway
Two crooked ravens
hell bent on mere survival
strike trade deals over roadkill
during mad rush hour

Tiffin

Lawrence Binyon eulogy 
condemned to years of turgid 
crass repetition— 
if he knew then what we know 
that war is manufactured hell
would he have set to 
writing pretty propaganda 
in nineteen fourteen 
one hundred miles away 
in a picture book 
rustic Georgian vicarage 
spewing out doggerel for 
the yellow papers
to assuage the fears
and galvanize national pride 
in imperial sacrifice
to be ridiculed 
and derided by 
seventies rebels 
in army surplus great coats 
sat enjoying themselves in 
muddy fields listening to 
Van der Graf generator
making a racket 
shivering and exhausted 
in stockinged feet cos a 
playful reveller 
robbed your trendy espedrilles
defiantly pretending 
you would not rather be 
toasting fresh muffins 
with a giant fork on the 
glowing coals of 
the lampblack brazier?


 

Interviewing Memory Loss

Mystified belligerents
Gaze knowingly down on sleaze
Napoleon Solo is killed by thrush
Monochrome wasps attend
full state funeral
Arlington cemetery under
Heavy leaden skies
Silent unfolding time spent
Observing the detectives
Watching empty space

Shuttlecock & Battledore

Not writing thus read
Goes the old threshing machine
Inside out workings
Belching, churning, lurching with
All the bits showing
Like Norman Foster
Or the Duke of Kent thanking
Ball boys and ball girls
For their servile services
Perhaps if he wore a floral hat
Like his smiley wife
It might brighten things up
Cut the military kit
If it’s nice out wear no clothes
Watch out for that wild fanbelt
And the people in smocks
Sporting giant pitchforks
Tripping on ergot
In the antic hay
And the grumpy teenager
With the machete

mute ballerina

christian forbearance
instinctively took up wing
walking fearing to
look back in anguish

Same Old Malarkey

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cKyaq0I

-Apart from walk what

would you like to do?

-Dunno, don’t think about that

much these days.

Go out?

Where?

What to do?

I’m skint anyway,

then there’s the weather,

and, to be honest

I’m not much company,

and, repulsive to look at

except in a ghoulish way.

See I’m pretty much

resigned to that these days.

Don’t get me wrong though,

I haven’t given up.

Where there’s life…and all of that.

What about you, what are you up to?

-Cosmic time travel,

the laundry,

a spot of Pilates,

watch some junk on the box,

maybe a spot of bear baiting.

Same old, same old.

Isn’t online shopping a godsend?

The time you save…

-Dunno, don’t do it much these days,

too much damn hassle

and then there’s identity theft,

hacking,

and you don’t know

really see what your getting,

well you can’t can you –

not unless you’re really there,

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Butter & Twisted

Turmoil! Chaos! Anarchy!
Toast marmalade sour grapes
Washed down with orange
Mug of ersatz crude …