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…
Are you in a gourd place, a worth thee situation?
Culmination: Dulcimer Concerto with Verbs
If not, how not? Where are you? How are you? What is to be done?
Let me be & let me live!
In bed, in pain, in doubt, idling,
worrying, resisting, defying, ignoring,
avoiding, suffering, tormenting, confusing…
Sofa so good. Comfy sofa. Groovy duvet.
Womb somewhere. Luvverly.
Somewhere baby.
Rainbow.
Love glow: glove snow
Melt and moult.
Go Hen woman.
Cool and crispen oven…
Go, go, go-go
Pen woman…
Return to Zenda
many any adverse airy enough to question zeitgeists risk complicates rage not worthy of the dribble lavished on slum occupants
—Burnt out, or so you say. All burned out. Dried up, but like what—wadi or toast, candle or storm? Where there’s life…where there’s life. That’s what they always say
—Toast it is then: crusty brown wholemeal toast burnt black, iffy thermostat…
—Not bad, not bad at all
—No heart & soul mind you
—Husky, though, even a little dusky (ha-ha)
—Coffee brown roasted funnel dregs
—Still damp!
—Left out when the sun was at it’s…
—Zenith?
—Strongest
—Wow…that is real burnt!
The plague years, they said, burn themselves out.
A peculiar variety of auto da fe
It would seem to have been
Quite Divinely ordained.
Fire starter & hosepipe; belle, bookie, & candelabra!
Have they been moving that furniture around again?
Yes. They never stop it.
so much so sunshine & showers
seldom clash these days.
So well do they behave themselves.
And clouds no longer burst.
Not since many a long year.
Dry as salvages we are:
Mesos, stackpoles, arid drumlins…
Lithographs remain,
mere shadowplays, traced on pre stressed concrete,
splashes on toppled sarsens, drizzle on banished dolmen…
sure it’s better than nothing, anything’s better than:
‘That’s what they always say’
inside drag’s ragged hedge
fledgling woot suits sibilant
on saxophones edge
‘Each one counts’
‘yes, of course it does: each
And every one counts one more
Happy is the man who can bear the things he cannot change – Schiller
Each time insurgent
Wind surges spank opulent
crimson drapes and naughty
gusts arouse dormant
gooseberries on exposed,
soft wanton thighs all sigh
Lush,
chocolate ground juice
breaches ripe knapsacks,
glibly squirting,
soiling deep plush pile rug.
On
garish cushions we float maculate:
spoiled flotsam; jetsam of anarchy,
Two headed orphans
scowling quadrophrenes
brazen twisted Sisters scream.
Phut-phut-phut-brmm-grrr…
Imaginary engine noise
Rumrr-vrr-erm-oom-urr
Imaginary squashed grape:
Families of hyenas
Squabble over intestines
slope off lipsmacked cackling
—ugly little mind you have
Grimbeau’s fairy tells tales of
Tasteless psychodramas
Mindless giggly violence
grotesque cartoonerama
Johanna & Barbara
Nimble Fred Quimby
Wild Tex Avery
Occupied playful children
Swooning after bully school
Penning poison posts
encrypting codes of conduct
to proscribe future events
self fulfilling propheteers….
Phut-phut-phut-brmm-grrr…
Imaginary engine noise
Rumrr-vrr-erm-oom-urr
Imaginary squashed grape:
Families of hyenas
Squabble over intestines
slope off lipsmacked cackling
—ugly little mind you have
Grimbeau’s fairy tells tales of
Tasteless psychodramas
Mindless giggly violence
grotesque cartoonerama
Johanna & Barbara
Nimble Fred Quimby
Wild Tex Avery
Occupied playful children
Swooning after bully school
Penning poison posts
encrypting codes of conduct
to proscribe future events
self fulfilling propheteers….
Icy blue tooth midnight
piebald cobalt crystal spurs
weather maps depict it
switch blade knife sharp leaf
eviscerates crisp
punk sepulchral dawn
~
After pork roast Leaf dropped off
dumbstruck fair three hours
woke to find the same before
wooden stair to Bedfordshire
…
wheelchair soaks up rays
lazy riot violates
afternoon slum boy
crept off tippy toes
just to drop you off these lines
take the chance on the quiet
while next door life is put to rites
she you understand
could easily have booked up
that restaurant by herself innit
nice to get a bit of sun on the skein
no matter what you may say
struck by Misericordia
just for laughs you understand
of course you do now
you remember what happened
the time before and
the time before that
now you come to mention it
eavesdroppers will
be persecuted by grommits
tinnitis & mice
walking is waiting
at a pedestrian pace
sitting is waiting
as a sedentary pace
which is no pace at all
running is wishing
for a simple life
far from the muddling crud
Grimbeau 