In draws night
Blood sun sets radish
Lurid twilight underworld
Soft Saharan soot
Seville’s soft underbelly
exposes violent fruit
Plaintive chants roam earth
Echoing cruel reveries
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Jazz
February 7, 2018
Agarophilia
Pomes is
Commoditties
Vacuum packed starshells
Beside the brassica
Liquid cheese fajitas
Above the pistachios
Something for the weekend
The Poet
A mere commode…
So go to
work on a leg,
or,
better still,
two.
Plumb
the crumbliest,
Flakiest
confection
in the world
it does what
it says
on the tin:
Authentic
Teak
Finish
Go on,
Try it!
Yes, you can
If you like
Ike
& Tina
Tuna Chunks
January 27, 2018
Jizzen HareSide POv
Film Blanc tuRns (to): PleA
A viBrant sToneF-aced
Wilderness caressSes leggy foalSprog;
Sum Fool fuLfilling deepfelT want ofF:
orange civil henna-hairshirts
instead (ja) such Bad unLuck—
Wilde blows harshE gorse—-Bumps FrResh up iLL ashtrays & slashes brush stroke twiggy broom
WhereasHeather nested sun cussed tartan Ptarmigan eGG…:
giVes A handoutta bUrp-brrp-urpp: intermittent:
briTTle foot crunch (two steps back one too…)
Nacrid, quicklime breezes urgE
rhapSodes Two Fish snap shIps
IN
An urbanE Blandscape noW.
Hmmm…Margrave-Strump Underwriter
To thy StArs
See hER(e) now at it
hArd to Pleeeeaze
Going at it hard
like a lyCra Frog go At it
Up a PumpKin
MoIst
DayZzz…zzz
Nothing % interest
whom bell truth be
OUTside (cairn-Gormley)
told
Only thornY amethyst
thisTle down blown disbursed beI Mistah Woof
January 26, 2018
Achtung! Bad Language
Few bards & flunkies did once
tell of an old frying pan worked for London transport
till european mind held up his stagecoach…
We drove as if we had a puncture;
Dad trying not to blink, that man’s eyes
stuck in my head, which is where the story clunks ,
and any attempt to energize this fable
with something aromatic whiff of the nature
of articulacy and inheritance,
since he can well eulogize his own
excuses, you your own accommodation.
As it stands now if you still insist on resonance –
I’d swing for him, and every other cunt
happy to let my Django know his station,
which probably includes yourself. To be blunt.
January 25, 2018
Pale wrists ablaze (Mt Oeta)
Fauve rescued bird box disentangled green clinging ivy struts wither altogether minor repairs or root and branch overhaul forensic will reveal all in fulsomeness come springbotch
Crotchety vintage coal fired dishwasher starts up after five long weeks marigolds restored to health found tucked up stock pigeon loft harms length miles away by land & seal
Ophelia seethes broiling sputum seas concealing plans for postmen vitriol when cock ups found cringing wistful faux suppliants evidence parlous crumb workshy de Sade
Gods indigent wriggly worms sport forkpronged unterhosen arc crimson bloodspurt dotty cardboad boxers pulsar expectant warbles bogus whiplash insult in injury small claims courtship
Under earth dark shock overzealous anger shall not fall upon unavenged eejit mortal take these hinter insurrection & evening bread of heaven feed me evermore again like
January 20, 2018
Phaedra mulls one over
…imagined voices fail me
reaching out fingertips
feint falters fresh breath ceases
frosting sugar window pane—
but will it not hurt coy purity
long preserved immersed in strange pastimes
dressed up in white flowers curled up in a maze
suntanned cheeks stained modest saline?
Turn deaf ears
Dark at night prayers plead
cowardice makes mere conscience swagger
wild beasts track scented letters
those screaming cronies of crazed Bacchus,
brash lively nags rear ended up the Apple Cart
hear them now all fallen whelping
biodegraded in cardboard hoppers
yes clasp you knees up tight as divers
forced to take the plunge into the myrtle pool…
January 20, 2018
Woes sharpen wits end
Erato chipped potatoes
limbs cast off runaway fears
novel wok craftsman conjured up
mellow low-browed rosehill perched
above flood plain look kindly on lightships
January 15, 2018
Offspring Hatstand
What will Monday bring?
Screaming abdabs in my pants
Tinkerbell was furious
Cursed her lucky star & turned over to seethe
‘We are sorry to hear
of your miserable existence
and insist you contact a higher authority—
Yours Faithfully, Walt’
Talk to Mickey Mouse himself,
Up close and personal
There might be something doing
Perhaps a letter, a formal request
To talk it over, chew the cud
About the good old days
Before animation came to a sticky one
Stole away our childhood anarchy
privatised collective conchshellnes
Personified Vietnam a glitch
Seen Through GI Gilmore’s peepers
In the Jungle Book of Life
Apocalypse Now & again builds zilch!
Was justice a matter of time
After masque pastiche, rehash
Hanging out dirty washing
Computer generated egos
Optical soma catatonics
bLack Monday sods all
comers peering through the murk
waiting ante post—
traumatic stress disorder decides
on own chosen course
indigence proceeds apace
regular beatings infrequent due to staff deficiencies·
still there’s always clear and present danger to fall back on
when all else has failed·
industrial action once promised never threatens
January 11, 2018
Daphne legs it Sharpo
Be—boo—peek—a—bubos!
Hush sshwept clean fresh brush aside cum summit stalks— made history well history; how phew light years tearswell up as nowcently· crookery nook handshook up a well bent gee gnome
Lamasery shrub gourds fetch mad tricorn branchlines con left blue eye, sprink cosmetico silver outliner pindrip, touch jet black jack skellington taboo; soul rescued rondo fallen tree gnome
Pong from gnome splat leafy tartarus; greebo grunt hoed slug path smudge clingy soddoss ape yuck; tory uppy calendula snakesteam gorgons seep pale lightless green as kidsnot jest plane gnome
herding east on sum yums shunset; big black birdiess sweep up behind the trapeze awe soma kinda flushdump rafter gardenspoiler done up; enacted twilight morning cum torpor gnome
twixt vexed cringes syringes and plasma money jabs pimple oohs and ah-ahsoles. Dreamboaterer droopy wily doldrum torp grooms up day wit awe struck long lost cod almighty gnome
Po—u—idyll— tong-—yinnies!
January 10, 2018
Circles: Early Doors
These
mindful
circles
you move in
move in you
move in me
Can you
see your circles
move in me?
No!
nor can
I
We are
thus
safe
Grimbeau 