Grimbeau

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In the sugar hole

prized out last remaining twix

hopeful of some oomph

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Prince Buster

W on e

ssS tep

pp bE

yo
…..ooO

….nn
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d D dr

Autumn Almanac

Dancehall days are here again
Couch potatoes go to seed
In front of Goggle boxes
Outside equinox well
…Equinoxes

You can strictly stick Strictly
Come Dancing up your sad arse

Farce repeats as history
In
…Paradoxes

In Her Own Write

book of the week ends with six pips
her name was Beryl Bainbridge
her sparkling eyes & dazzling quips
cascading from her lucid lips
finely sculpted flattened vowels
came back to me from
a documentary I once saw
about John Lennon

lambada

Two hours shut-eye, blinds pulled tight,
               undreamed of tranquility.

 Long morning shift: stiff
               para limps on, empty blue stage,

 no obtrusive ramps, 
               bench press lifts  
               broken, poor doors…

 just one more amazed 
               interview then an ice bath tonight-

 Shall I learn the lambada 
               over this perpetual winter?

Homo Deus

Homo Deus rises far too early, doing nobody no favours, plugs in the cat and stares mindfully at a cherished hologram

 
Grand auto thieves scamper for cover across the kitchen ceiling, Spider Siddall and the gang know when to err on the side of caution

 
It is now time to retrieve the clavicle from the birdbath, a delicate task demanding scant attention for those bent on self-destruction

 
The Tannoy erupts into life, someone in Patagonia has decapitated a backpacker with a wayward pitch of the bolus

 
Despite nemesis and a string of letters to the local authorities, a group of birds persists in the annoying practice of respirating squawkily

pharmakon

Changes on the way
This takes longer than a day…
Five hogs is far too many

Garden full of junk
Take it as it is
Forget about it

When I cannot write
I write
i ca nn otw rite

There is nothing to
write about
when I cannot
write so I write
ican
no
twr
ite
when I can

garden full of junk
this takes longer than a day
forget about it

change is on the way
take it as it comes
five hogs is enough

when is day afternoons
go on and on
forever

‘Awe! That Fall…’

bum sore after Sunday
drunken stumbling clunking fall
loose green sock cops blame…

treading water

quiet slow warm clean
recovery:
Great Sea Voyages of
Discovery—
What makes us stare at
open windows opposite
black as television sets
when there’s nothing worth watching?
just another empty room
exactly the same as this
‘cept the other way round
now that is quite interesting

Ghoulash

Thrill us, Alfie do!
Sink your fangs in this virgin
Soft white downy flesh
Rise up crimson eyes bulging
Jowls dripping blood saliva
He loved his Cornish Cream Teas
he does the poor old devil