Orpheus hummed lullabies
to his underpants.
High time
for a change,
he surmised.
so
He got up
and walked out
through the wall.
Arcadia was a drag;
The Underworld sucked;
Olympus was passe
Pizzarea
That was it:
Four Seasons
all day special
weatherwise
Je suis Charlady
Swabbing the toilets
Wasting my life
Wading in detritus
Vom in the sink
Crap on the floor
Dry slime of sex
From the night before.
Treated like scum
Renting a slum
Grazing in Tesco
On a tin of Chum
Killing my time
Skinful of wine
‘Stop doing that
Or you’ll end up blind!’
Some primitive chanting
Lightens my day
Considerably
Three approaches
The day’s ebb
The ebb of day
Could rest
my head
Go to bed
Writing about the agonies
Of others is a tad
Arrogant
Anyway I do…
No I will continue
Wracking
Corpuscle & Sinew
Come, come
That’s laying
It
On a bit lavish.
Like an old church
On a
Skellig
Singing
to
The Sky Light
Summoned by Ma Bell’s
voicemail.
The Judge is ill
till next Tuesday.
Keep pecker aloft, one counsels:
Assume gung-ho veneer;
Lacquer stiff upper quiff.
Tally-Ho
Outside is frozen angelica tundra.
Sun glints melt lucky buds. A hedge is
Razed.
How I love the smell of napalm of a morning…
Vigilante bands roam
Just lookin’ for some
Combing the land
Fine of tooth,
Grey of suit
Brain in hand
They are all in this together
Birds of a feather muck together
So the slogan goes
Creeping round
on tippy-toes
just like Savile
soon unravel
A Prial of poems
about giving
up
using cigarettes
as a metaphor.
Smart, uh! Believe me!
I’m a Vicar
Morrow
Whine
Concubine
&
Sultana:
Sultans
Pull on
Woodbines
&
Inhale
Passing
Clouds
In
Silk
Pyjama
Save that, Patroclus!
It’s
Midday plus
five.
Hazy Sunday afternoon.
Luncheon?
Fishcakes & ptarmigan droppings.
Not again,
Pen
What happened to the marmoset wellington?
The Ogres, I suppose.
Eyes bigger than their stomachs, those lads.
Gluttons with mutton.
Ask Old Shep.
Boiled eggs,
two soft boiled eggs,
four minutes sortie,
give or take a few spoonrides
for immersion and rescue –
tense moments, critical mass.
Two slices of toasted oatmeal brown:
four buttered diagonals, obtuse triangles,
bread hats for bald coolies in monsoon, torn
to shreds by bare hands for dipping soldiers
and to perform mopping up ops in egg, salt and pepper theatre.
Grimbeau 