Cat Found in Road Dead
Everything is blog
Post it immediately
Editing is dead
End of time for reflection
Winter Palace mirrors purr
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Jazz
October 7, 2016
Emma Euphoria
Emma stood blank in half-eight demi-light thinking causes for one shit up & two shits below: stale toast, ancient Camembert, fatty olives, decaying salad, egg & chips, late night salmon, oily roast root vegetables, midsummer nectarine, squashy pears, rich cream cheesecake, bottle of white wine, after eight mints, dirty glasses, yes, dirty glasses…
Dirty bedclothes full of stale flu-sweat, skin flakes, dandruff, and smokey house dust
Sink full of dirty dishes, greasy black hob, sticky fingers, slimy forboding corners, swampy miasma, fairy lights hanging from the dogroses.
Handel’s Water music strutted on the wireless. Which came first, thought Emma, the water or the fireworks? Was it linear or circular? Either way it was always the same old Handel. How very reassuring. Not.
The last two weeks had oozed bad news.
9.34
Radio daze…
10.58
No post or calls? Not yet. Have a think. Check your incoming. Read about writing. Perhaps more radio. Tidy the kitchen. Why me? I’m a cripple. A raspberry ripple. Wheelchair Bound. Simon and Garfunkel.
11.04
A sudden burst, a rat-ta-tat, six minutes at least it lasts. Nothing moves but these twisted fingers on the keyboard. A radio monologue describes an airport encounter. John Mortimer.
Namedropper, that’s what I’ll call it. namedropper. James Joyce Carol Oates.
A Friday in October.
Sounds awesome.
afridayinoctober…
nearly gave in there. The urge to blog. SOS to the world #3064…fills the time & I like it. quiet. Just the radio. Me & the Radio. The wireless. The Other Girl by John Mortimer, that’s what it was. Calls? Check for incoming. Clean up. Put the kettle on. Polly.
13.36
Foodless and fancy food means cook sausages—will it be with chips?
Afternoon dawns grey mass dormant air leaves dampen droop slump
Weather report done.
H-bomb calls about F-bomb. Emmer Greensward, Reading. The long haul begins. Chips or the full Monteverdi? Tough call, tough, tough calll…
—Trim your beard, you slob
—In the fullness of thyme, Master. The fullness of thyme.
Get out some haddock to deforest. Is this a hangover or just bog standard gastro-enteritis? No fried eggs, no chips. Green salad, Tabasco, shallots, spinach…
Euphoria
October 7, 2016
Unction
marrow cosh express forgiveness for sins bless you now you're free to go death queen's bed confession keep it in the family eyes are the whores of the mind keep it in the family pictures on the radio mind's eye cinema
October 1, 2016
Miss Sunshine Jars 2016
Miss
happen hours stop
ruination gadgetries grunt
corporate ‘Hello’s…’
lazy sulky cuss scowls
retreats into the glasshouse
fuck bureaucracy
people who live in such places
best not throw crap Sunshine Jars
October 1, 2016
cuckoo spittle
unclear mass clarified mud
transcendental hygenics
blue clay ruminant
imagine monstrous cynics
smirking beyond truculence
water butts loiter in appropriate
twin set pearls one drops
wonder tears stand closed
still further notice
September 30, 2016
Hoboken Bridge Blues
Stress (I trust you
concur) is mettle fatigue.
Bridges fall down
Glorious Hoboken had
One just yesterday
I saw it on the telly this
Side of the sad pond
September 30, 2016
crawdodo
crimson snitches cartoon mad months; reading meters & home economics— majoring in respiration, indolence and scurvy
Friday contemplates devices to reboot the sockless philanderers, lapus lazulis or purple necromancy…
Bald heads grow paltry stringy dreads, unesco unshowered for another week, seasonal collapse purviewed by fat slugs
Old starts abandon new beginnings, clapped out discourses mumble, nowhere to turn but westward ho!
Autumn dread in fruit and craw, incoherent timezones spout spurious silver flukes, weaving yet still dreaming of settlement
Woolly hat on, window wide open, Peres funferal, weird out of order, sweaty cotton grey jumper hangs, threadbare fag-burnt navy kecks creek…
September 26, 2016
Cider With Nosey
As
you
walk out
in the garden
assume the olive chair
face the morning sun
mindful of the schism
spend awhile elsewhere
ten provides some clarity
go tear down delapidated
old tired chicken townships
destroy what is not needed
gig for stolen dignity
time to dig down deep
replenish nurture
preserve
grow
September 26, 2016
yallowcouth
tundra is the night
orange groves spurn indigo
gormless faces dreft
eyelids held opinions
wretches clutching jubes
September 25, 2016
Portrait of a Maybe
No malice no cry
Removed annoying tiffin dag
Dried up fruit cake crumb
Hard to break down cranberry
Undigested lamb cutlet
Or something more sinister
Don’t look now says Henry James
pulling on worn cardie
Grimbeau 