Gains seem Few
Three, new time
Dante on.
Hurt reading. Dante hurt.
On reading.
Hurt on. Reading Dante.
On reading.
Dante hurt.
Hurt Dante.
Reading on.
Five, new time.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Magic Realism
March 28, 2014
Play School Run
One…
Moo-cows and moo-bulls
thick mist and drizzle.
With window open I give
Whisht; ruff & honours paused,
Play-Boys & Play-Girls
dragged half-dead from dream
to school
to play.
Two…
The big kids attend
grownup therapy
later with grownups.
Children in Need,
they exasp, have these!
Comic relief, they
sad clown, give me some
I need it.
Three…
How they chuckle
at their chosen lot.
Today, we will not
play with cats
learn
a nursery rhyme called:
Brock the Bad
Bad Badger.
Four…
The children will nap,
not get to the last,
best dream,
and cry and
scream, and run away
to live with cats and
friendly badgers
in the woods.
Five…
It is there you can
Contract polio,
malaria, diphtheria, and hysteria
like the big kids who
fetch you later and
scold you for what they’ve been through.
You will learn a lesson
They will regret.
March 27, 2014
Been Fishin’
Company and drink
enter the room
warm menace, sardonic, knowing, sage
Scarlatti.
When this episode, this little jolly, is over, is it
another Tempest.
An
attractive, familiar, alternative,
sickening, horrific, act of self-harm,
abuse, and neglect?
Why this lack of worth, of purpose, of me?
But,
if this is me how can the alternative
attractive familiar be denied?
Take a good look at the situation.
How does one change it, confront, combat it?
Have a nice day!
Sinball!
Without a hangover as well.
Forget the bottle,
you got the bottle.
Repression.
Gonna play this game of life to win:
shower at eight, sort papers, get creamed up
and dressed
and go,go,go…
March 25, 2014
Brunch Lake
Not clearing, grey stays
The corseteers drink cream
Chicken cup soups
With gullible croutons
Corrugated tin roof din
Wet cats weep
Waiting for morsels
Or dead fledglings
Drowned maiden flight.
A quick gasper, some goss
Back to whalebones
And big hollow needles
For fat cameleopards
March 25, 2014
Satire is Dead
A feeling of tundra floods the changing room,
showers preoccupied by dirty, bloody,
foot resters.
How one bleeds, unaware of the stream and
puddle under the desk the surge of red
pumping rivulets,
veinfluid villa floor mosaic slopes
delta grouted runnel and gutter.
Nero’s noblest toerag spills his last.
Vomitarium graffiti states clear:
Petronius expired here
March 25, 2014
Spookies
Cannot get away
from this feeling
that I am
under constant,
insidious
surveillance.
After all,
They never stop going on about it:
The Mediums
It is difficult
not to take it
personally.
Spookies .
‘Perhaps someone is surveilling this?
comes a Little
Voice
Don’t be silly!
Whobody
in their right mind
would do that?
March 23, 2014
My Pale Wall
Light,
heat
and light:
utopia.
night falls
real
slow
Oil and
Water hour,
tangerine salmon
swim pink wall
pool now
showing
jejune
turquoise
tome coat
starring
three dead
famous
heads
jolly
blue Jakes.
Yucca
deadly
jungley
floods
sliding:
All the air
Full of hair
Strawberry…
March 22, 2014
Anabasis
Four no rule,
no measure years,
just got back mid-morning:
soft landing,
natives just the same, not me;
too much time to think, you see,
so everything is good or bad up there.
Back with a head full of seaweed, razor
whale gore,
syphilis and carnage. Whodunit?
Ask the guy in the looking glass. He say:
Author of your own destruction
with a little help from your
acknowledgements.
Left is right.
Right is left.
No turning back
You know too much
March 20, 2014
Late Night Shopping
Moussaka from Alaska!
Aint
Had any moose
For donkey’s ears.
Jazzy caresses
Tell me:
If you can keep your head
When all around are
Are losing theirs
You can read this.
March 20, 2014
Skedaddling
Thin whistle distant,
scree creeps,
screeps
sheeps
Cader Idris slopes
off to Dolgellau.
A massif thirst descending.
Old bards tools, blood and quill
discarded in a brogue,
bob along half tidy
Mawdach for
Cardigan’s litterol.
Watch Out!
Soul in fluxion.
Grimbeau 