Only here for
the stark typeface of
the meagre Eiger protocol
Everything I write
trims dirge & malady
Soft shores ruffle shuffle deck
Fat archipelagos
Bulging condos banish light
Patchouli Shadows gag me
Sandal wood like Natalie
Bobbing serene as incense
Under golden gate
Nascent strange forboding
Corner of an eye
Bumptious flaxen hair
Sad airwaves collide midstream
Stringless kites describing circles
Early to bed after liver
& bacon extravaganza
Twenty four hour surveillance
Dawn brings no great surprises
Just more baleful cornucopia
Widdershins becomes today‘s
Buzzword by default
Money does not grow on trees
Comes as a shock to hedgehogs
These are the days of our lives!
Doss days of monocle & blunder:
Time for a kick in the balls?
Forty seven head boys all in a row;
And ‘If’ one green headboy should accidentally fall?
Forty six won Nations banging on the floor:
A Barber’s floor!
Adagio for Skins; the Book of Common
Dare; St. James Infirmary Druze;
Quinn crying: ‘Muldoon of Finisterre…Davy Jones’
Beta Mocha, (mush lamented skipper
Of The Good Ship Lollipop) Tossed at
Seas like a top; then, plop there goes another
Blubber
Free
Ant.’
Bangers in th’oven
Eleven o’clock pronto.
Football crowd chants:
‘He’ll shoot, he’ll score, he’ll eat your
Labrador, bloke next door, bloke next door.’
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Sausage sandwich assembled
fearlessly sampled.
Zingy tabasco gobsmack.
Vogeltop bowerbirds strut their stuff.
Lovenest blueprints scrutinised.
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Unique seduction points include:
iridescent spiders,
chocolate slugs, ant crispies,
seven flugelhorns,
zinc embossed en suite
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Chamber Music hall;
silent moviedrome quintet;
playing incidentally framing caption
awestruck terpsichordal disbelief.
An Enlightened harpsichord.
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Greasepaint mascara yard brush.
After birth oven nation.
Cod fish sauce soused
In Tin foil enveloped
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Sleepy John Sideways
leftsides, cocooned, pilled,
double egged, buttered, toasted
snoods with paddies, void of form,
contactless, warmgloved, burbling
fungus imp blooms via
lenseless nosepinchers,
splatburst on malmet axminster,
pile or wanton called by siren
earthpull bells.
Cheroot smoke
plumes and wisps
Effigy, Eulogy, Ecstasy…
Bingo!
In Thames Ditton
A drowned kitten
In your own backyard.
Smartphone spews
Headjuice on Muesli.
Splurge urge, soggy gourd
Mulch and pulp, squash
Tomato, windy beans shrivel,
Drenched, trembling, gusts
Thus love came stealing
In sable, lunar night.
Yes, why not indeed
Have a wee toddle,
a wibbly-wobble
down the mazy lane,
plunge bracken scrub,
scrump wild fruit groves,
traverse the waterfall,
crawl gasping up arid scree,
clasp hard the giant beanstalk,
peruse the pristine chili pot,
achieve the cavernous outhouse,
home to venerable shallots,
gargantuan sardonic rats,
cold war veterans,
the battered legless Chippendale,
and Billy Smart’s
unfoldable deckchairs
Wild pure violet
Mocks chaotic undergrowth
Softens jaded knaves
Makes blind rambling fools
Cease galloping delusion
1
Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed
cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,
coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux
of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,
sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,
the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now
Abandoned.
2
The once sure folk have fled, melted and mutated,
The meek ones headed for the hills, they crouch
and mooch grumpy, sucking stale breadsticks
in their holes, the old caves and calcified barrows.
The diehards fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –
smouldering stockyard bone stooks stand pyrrhic
Sacrifice
3
With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,
Ever abhorrent of void it convenes
Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,
Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle
a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:
You are only as good as your last, worst
Algorithm
Grimbeau 