levitate
saw her hard at it
hard at it now
like a pumpkin
up a frog or ferrets on a caterpillar–
you get what i mean? being deliberately guarded till epiphany mad sun breaks out —
just a few Nyankan huts left only croissant Ivy remains
Hard at it puffing
Much like a frog
Up a pumpkin
Posthumously
©Grimbeau
starts up in minor malingers idly with intent gives way to bullshit Shipton pulls it off again makes good angry afternoon pink blossoms made visible spittoons bite the dust discover plastic bags under wild forsythia where has the goldfish gone answers to the name of Justine gentler than a man should you give a damn...
Arose strawberry dingle blue bell wood? bade sun warm belated ‘herzlich wilkommen– zu horen?’
reciprocation mouths swell big words such as prism rhythm malapropism — infant ill rock steady nasty notus puts a spring in it alright
rip up over written rondo
rumour loves demise still comes no matter tittle-tattle tongue twister
tickle tiny hooves beating wild sardonic
Shh-ssh-shingle
Found ruminating
over moist Golgotha cud:
infrequent query bugs
flurry
worry
hurry up
get on with it….
Is your ending really my beginning ?
For how could it not be so-
temporarily
by the way of things –
How’s that old doggo dada of yorn?
Dead as dogged dogmeat doubtless
Licking up pillaged
pulverised muskrat inches
under true blue shrewd weather
How’s mine going, is she there yet?
Is she the one over there
Over there by the trough
Sneaking a quiet one
Legs crossed in the corner
pulling
on a woodbine ?
Yes. Same as it ever was
Smoking woodies in a boob tube,
pigeon chested to the waist
sorbing robust summer sun,
short sleeved designer pastel shirt
open gaily to the waist,
walking staccato now
stumbling about on buggered feet,
thinking what god knew
once upon a time.
Buddha-like inscrutable is the Buddha.
Head full of blinding anguish
Aloof crude wonky dreams
Suchlike stuff filled Leaf’s
Numbskull & embossed bones
creeping steep sunken garden
late Good Friday afternoon,
as she with auric brass neck
& hard shoulderpads;
sharkfest eyes bloodshot
after catch-up daytime sleep
after a bad night twice remembered
that kept her up three days
killing time with gimmicky
zombir horror films,
relishing copious rot lurid
cartoon blood oozing from every pixel,
made aware of skull cap thinning
a wildly, itchy unkempt
beard of cheesewire, a wretched
sight altogether to behold.
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
Ashes!
England…
Hezwunde
Ashes!
Jasmin trees tend
To droop plantive flops
In these the dog days
Ashes!
Ashes!
England have just won
The Ashes!
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 