Crabs
Struck dumb by JH Plumb
Social history, steeped in mystery:
Simon Schama, Dalai Lama…
‘Where’s my Karma, Dharma?’
Pyjamas!
Piranhas!
Scratch
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: humour
September 7, 2013
Struth
…the sun also rises
Tennish
Nice day!
Ripper
Sloth sleeps
Pollop sucks
The dead floor.
Meantime,
above,
I lodge a suppository
of all knowledge
in my sphincter.
August 20, 2013
Farce of Habit
08:10
First post
(Come to the cook house?)
done,
much improved mood.
Scents of new sweat.
Accomplishment.
Done some thingness.
Stop turning
everything
into a poem.
Done!
August 16, 2013
Who are those Guys?
Raindrops keep falling on my shed
and just like the drain that is
too big for its head, epileptic fit,
though I’ll never ever stop my brain by explaining.
So, I’ll go do me some walking with a Nun;
she said that is no way to kingdom come,
acting like a bum,
then off she runs,
with my loaded gun.
There’s one thing I know the shoes
my uncle left me do not fit me.
It won’t be long till the pointy toes
will start to nick me.
And raindrops keep falling on my shed…
August 2, 2013
Schnitzel Cricket
Schnitzel! Bang, bang, thump, bang thump:
It resumes, slower, tireder, more circumspect
This time, sculpting, levelling, shaping.
Egg and breadcrumb, and season.
Then phlasshhh in the pan, some fries,
Wedge of lemon,
And flies, french.
Short-pitched attack succeeds
Clarke plays on from Broad’s
Bumper.
Bye-bye till next innings
Tatafornow
TTFN
187
Australians
Possibly collapsing
August 2, 2013
Ghoulies
Flight of fancy!
Sid and Nancy
Necromancy
August 1, 2013
Cleopatra’s Noodle
![[Kidwelly Castle, Carmarthen, Wales] (LOC)](https://i0.wp.com/farm3.static.flickr.com/2584/3751646063_55b3de42a2.jpg "[Kidwelly Castle, Carmarthen, Wales] (LOC)")
Seven-thirty, my life:
cider and ashtray gob, pee (an ocean).
Put the kettle on; spill, make and drink a
glass of mud. Bowel creaks and groans,
there is a hog on the roof…
now above and emptied, dig out the day
to come from the old bog road.
Could have been a toad in another life.
Maybe a camel.
Bactrian of course. Yes, that’s it!
Plonked beside the sphinx waiting for a ride.
Better than Buddy on old Barry beach,
freezing in his duffel coat.
Fires behind windcheaters,
they eat ready-made drumsticks;
glower and growl when approached with a view to a sell.
Neddy gets a toffee apple and pukes on a sandcastle ruin.
Conway not, Kidwelly more likely.
Outside toilets on the fourth floor
always a hazard to the uninitiated
July 30, 2013
Critical Mass
Idling around upstairs:
the crows nest on a dead
lead soft afternoon.
Was that our gate?
Is the back door locked?
Pscho-burglars,
Killer-flyers,
Mutant neighbours, midweek papers,
possibly a bloody postman!
hello…
hullo…
Helloohh…
stagnant pause (eleven years)…
sighs…(two short, one longer)
footfall on stair…
Shostokovich climaxes…
A throat clears…
Blue flush of toilet…
Phulushhh…
‘What was it?…’
‘When I picked it up it was dead…hisss
I mean dead happened just as I picked it up…
the other one was the paper boy…’
Deeep breathes…
so glad it was just a piddling matter.
July 28, 2013
I & i
I said to Betty:
‘Drop everythingi. Tonight we eat
with Ferlinghetti. I will you uppy-pick
in my Maserati at seven thirty sharpish’.
‘What will we have, Jimi?
Probably spaghetti, or, maybe linguini.’
‘Yummi!’
Aside | July 27, 2013
Whiplash
Henry had mixed feelings about his invisibility. On the one hand was the sheer novelty, and, at the same time was his basic need for recognition, by act or not in deed
‘Indiana Jones and the Temple of Goobers.’ He burst forth.
‘Doom.’ Replied Flo, feeling left out of his thoughts and feelings.
Far but near away Maud returns to summer storm and the hell-thought that maters will remain unresolved forever.
Headcase tried to really get his head around the law of twelves.
Edward G busied himself with the balloon collection and the gooseberry tart and reflected that this would be a hard nut to crack.
Grimbeau 