Sunny Day…(Who do i write for? Why…for You)
Smoke
Went up
—new PopE
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: humour
July 8, 2018
Apricockerollie
A funny thing happened the other day, but I missed it.
Troy fell again
it appears
It barely got a mention
With all that was going on
Round here
What with the weather changing
The permanent fishy smell
The limping gormless misfit
~
As a ballerina in transition
from one side to other there is one question
I get asked above all others
And that is
‘Have you met with much resistance?
I can say hand on heart
‘Little’ without fearful contradiction
But I care not a jot in my summer frock
Running amok
fetching Apricock
December 31, 2015
Sea
Sea I said
…
idly
pointing
over the point
that bit of
Sea
Yea sea so
Sea!
Yeah, yeah…
Please do not get het up,
Sounding like a Gatling Gun.
Quite naturally
I conjectures that i
Touched a raw nerve
October 22, 2015
passing shipping…
…sailing littoral lagoons
isthmus archipelagos
seasides of tranquility
peace pours soft kisses on
atlantics city shapes
slowly watching conveyors
silhouetted by the moon
June 26, 2015
Punk Poet
…like a sub without an urb
A town without a centre
A blurb without a verb
A daughter called Placenta
An anthem to mundanity
Where chickens dance like mascots
And fuck their best mate’s bird
Rent out time shares in Damascus
Own a cat that’s never purred…
April 19, 2015
The Ashes
The woman at the next table
passed me the ashtray
with a kind and understanding smile.
I poured myself in with gusto.
I do not care for the one
with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.
March 26, 2015
Hils
Hilary Clinton
drops by suppertime
tinned sardines on toast
Masterchef:
Ivor Cutler bangs one out…
women of the world take over
if you do not the world will
come to an end
it will not
take long…
‘You guys!’
she
chuckles
‘We make
love
&
peace’
March 23, 2015
Richard III (Part Two)
Been a hard day’s night
Found my bollocks in my gob…
You fill in the rest
March 22, 2015
Fred Carno’s Circus
Show on road? No…
Isolated blizzard,
hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,
These and sundry vilenesses
prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn
Fulfilling promises of gardening.
A pluperfect spring morning
wasteland of historic neglect
disgrace my spiffing gaze.
The road to oblivion is paved
with claptrap and obliquy.
Nothing comes of nothing
never…
March 21, 2015
Getsworse
The giddy minstrel lived on fruit
Flies, moguls, caprice and hunks
Of Cheese and Bread
She did not give a damn about
What
Anybiddy said
Once munching on an oligarch
She tittered and got silly
Convulsed in laughter and bit off
A substantial lump of Willy
Grimbeau 