Approaching Capricorn
Dark December days
Half-Six is the new midnight
Feel submission creep
Torpid longshore drifting by
Dull indolent dynamic
Go light a candle
White wax lyrical yellow
Life enhancing sun
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: creative non fiction
December 1, 2017
Effluenza
She
coughed a cough someone could hear
grabbed and kissed the solid air,
looked into the Frigidaire,
and put away the butter.
He
folded up his underwear,
placed them neatly on a chair,
washed his ears, his nose, his stare,
and pulled of his pyjamas
They
felt the need to disappear,
not another fucking year,
like the last yet more severe,
once they had a future.
That
was a thought that got too near,
pledge to not give in to fear,
get the fuck right out of here,
find a warmer climate
It
is just the time of year,
that makes you cry into your beer,
put a candle in your ear
and bake you own Alaska.
November 26, 2017
Cabbage Patch Blues
Mud is the median
Of dearth and flood
In this Garden of
Earthly Detritus.
The Luisenpark Park:
little old boys playing
giant chess under obsolete
scarlet pergola
Right next to the practical
Functional, punctual Imbiss,
Come ride the lurid
primrose chain drawn rowboats
Judder and jerk through the claggy,
pissed off captive flamingos huddled on
a muddy spit
shivering under bleak gaze
submission
Resignation to the cold war grey
telecom tower.
It scares proud erect,
savoy green voluptuaries
flourish about the subterranean root
The rest is waste. A weedy, rotting hinterland
of winter ruin and neglect. As I wince a
black plastic sheet sneers at my disdain.
I lean defiant on the fork,
earth yields to the fronds.
Resistance assumes novel
steadfast lopsided defiance.
November 20, 2017
ooze
Primeval eel forest
6.37 alarum triumph
Gordon ‘Call me Benito, Hen’ Bennett-Brown weighs in
Visigoth horse shoe archways Theodoric runs yer legs orf
State of mind yer own: damp fractal legume lizard
Crocodillo east of lavalamp
Splodgerama yucca (New windOw doOdle) HOots munn…stir
(dere he goes again with the siLly wOtsits)
Yes, yEs, yeS dear Butt, but…he writes, he breathes, he lives.
Loopy Lazarus
elides horseshoe archways…
Doodle, doodle,
Johnnie ‘Jack’ daw.
Do not get
out of your depth;
wade in over your head –
looky, look ye yonder swell
Wavy canopy.
Shimmers wrong way up
Lean back and you float fall
everso slow feet
fall up head fall back.
Undead man’s float.
Nose down in wet grass.
Seasluggerama
lazy crazy dive.
Burial at See –
last willy and teste
(contested). Chop me
up and feed me to
the fishy wishies,
trays of crushed ice
(Rose of Casteel),
like wedding cake,
post a piece to friends
and family, wrapped up in
tri-ply kitchen towel to
sorb up the oozings…
whiff of ‘Goobyee
cruella werld’ innit, sour
grapes, bitterness,
distemper tantrumS
November 1, 2017
Eggheads
When gargantuan
Exquisite imaginations
Once went to work on
A polythene egg
In a bubble car
There was a big bang
The rest is pre-history
October 19, 2017
Wiggle Room
as chance would have it
thick tar cable does
the job of a horizon, shut your
left eye everso tight
and you
can frame
it all in just one go
clean
elongated myopic oblong
careful to include twigs
close attention to detail-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile faith in the lawn
of unforeseen consequences
mildew gilded boughs,
enlightenment infant sun,
bronzed and crystal clear.
The winter berries perished
in the spring storms,
rats got eaten up
by cold-hearted old stock doves,
or washed down weedy culverts
flapping about yelling in vain
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the unknowable
October 15, 2017
Hill
Eight six five crackles
Hot charcoal stumps spit fire
Occasional scowls
Just about sums it all up
Must have slipped away last night
October 11, 2017
Morph Up
when bodies change by
factories beyond control
Lucky Generals
Get off Scot Free with Murdo
Turdrum, outcome tax
Doomsday bookies may snigger
Cool bulging obese hipsters
September 30, 2017
Next!
Midday…
Morseless rain all morning,
Steady persistent, ruthless, insistent,
Yet sometimes relenting
snide off-pisser.
So…
We Diggers curse this argent,
quick drip liquid,
call it a gluttonous mire hawker
(and sometimes worse)
Then…
Plangent noon sun stops play.
An early lunch and cribbage
Approaches from the West.
As Buddha flies over the cuckoo’s nest.
Grimbeau 