Every time you go
‘Whoops!’
(which is increasingly
more frequent of late)
Johosophat gets very jumpy
It is a good thing that
I will never tell you that
You might do it to disturb
Him just for the sport
I know what you’re like sometimes
The devil makes work
For bone idle hands
bloody sociopaths,
boorish prats, the absent-minded,
& those who observe the worrying demise of rubber tree plants…
A
stray
red
brick
flew
dripless
stained
glass
window:
‘Sorry!’
It read
Last night
a golden orb
in midnight indigo
lit doggo beach ball
candle splash automatic.
Start! Jump frenzy. Up!
Just a skylark in the dark
A shadow grounded
In belief and dreams drowned
Peer group laughing
definat bogus
Empires of deceit
*
Shirtless in Tazar
they galumphed
eatraordinary warmth
Melted in sad succour
Marshmallows on toaststed souls
gazed on panoplies of zonk
Breathless sanguine
gross turpitudes
Flensed moonstruck vivid
Carcass oozing midnight oil
A scream breaks within
zummathyme
& le living
ist
sleazy…
Away from chaos radio and noise gadget
I try to hear my own voice.
It is jumbled, jerky, muddled.
When it hears me listening it shut’s up.
Intruder, it whispers and hides.
Another voice comes, other than mine.
Abrupt jibber jabber.
Dissonant buzz
It stops
~
Shadow boxing:
the shadow leads two points:
it is southpaw, dogged, cunning, experienced.
I stand firm, steely jawed, granite eyed,
bleeding, unfeeling, waiting.
Rope a dope, Ali called it;
or, was that Angelo?
Zap, I’m downed
WASP
Rainy day runaway
wild raspberry soaking wet
sodden eucalyptus
light damp fires
squatting hunkered
grounded primal musk
eyes whitened
scouting dense nature
alert to predator & prey
McGillicuddy Reeks!
tell him to have a shower
soft or heavy one
it’s all the same to me now
rainy day dream away-o
A struggling writer: a writer struggling;
a beaten brow: a brow beaten.
Quandaries. Sundries. Tuesdays.
Sunday’s Just like Monday’s is…
let’s call it straight, Joey
(not that old crap again!)
you gave me a one way ticket to Pookaville!
Palokaville…
urghh, don’t interject, I was emoting.
Yea sure you was.
On the waterfront there ain’t no latrine duty.
Cryptic as McGillicuddy,
Manhattan wept, just like Jesus did.
Showered & ranted,
Ridicule rip reprimand
overbearing customs
such root treatment twangs
raw defenceless nerves
Made safe my escape
~
Whassup! Asylum seeking?
heard some smokes about,
grub waits in the fridge,
bread is sliced and
ready for toaster,
fresh eggs attend hens largesse
~
Yet what to do today
tugs away at me.
Slippery old customer,
hanging around the deli
without a ticket,
waiting to be asked
what he wants so she
can say, ‘What tastes nice?’
add your thoughts
HeRe…
(optical)
There we are.
Banged one out, as they say;
never mind who. They do.
Whomsoever this they is.
I do not know…
She fibbed.
And she knew that I knew too.
If you want to find out, like I do, call her at:
Pennsylvania 65000.
I can’t get through.
The reception is dreadful
in this carriage.
Perhaps I’ll try the caboose
after luncheon.
Chainsmoking cheroots
Looking down the gunbarrel
Maybe she wrote me that letter
I will never know
& if I did what difference
Would it make these days?
~
I will never know about
That either I suppose
so imponderables go
~
Image you crouched over
See you fret hard over every
word until beaten brow snaps
~
furrow yields up fears
beads come tumbling down
petrify snap splinter speck
~
pulver turn to dust
much as chimney sweeps
or this dry pressed iris
Grimbeau 