Harry S Truman rests back on a space hopper:
‘look here, if they won’t take our shit, we’re history…right Mac?’
A quiet ruffling; random coughing; small collusive smirks—
the usual suspects finger fad gadgets
We could have cut the atmosphere with a skateboard…
Jam tomorrow and jam today—how I hate those pesky jam traps. Venus Fly, Man
And Honey aren’t much to write home about either
now I come to think of it. Best to avoid them all, or trigger them with a barge pole or pole vault pole from a safe distance behind a rubber gum tree
Early days of future past, soap sudsy bubble bath, flyblown tumbleweed scuds, pink candyfloss monstrosity coated in wasps
stand up and be counted out on a technicality, retire to the Galapagos, going over old ground, check the lobster pots for squatters
Harrison Birtwhistle whispers sweet nothings, thistles bristle purple thorax, gentian blue crab apples skedaddle helter skelter down the lane
Change is decay, all growth is benign, progress is not what it was, nothing ever changes much, people come and go, that’s all there is to it, what more do you want?
Every cloud has a silver lining, Wilbur, so let’s buy some buckets and spades and build some fancy new-fangled contraption and go get stinking rich
Waltzing Matilda fell through the door, collapsed on the floor, crawled into bed, and descended into lavender fields bathed in water
Looking for the gear lever, awful grinding sound, smell of abject poverty, damp cardboard boxes, stale body odour, taste of mass consumption,
overwhelming hyacinth dreams of wonky power alchemy on toast, wobbly jelly roll agenda
Roast chicken Trujillo drumroll
personal hygiene seldom if ever funny take your daffodils follow prescribed instructions
very tiny small print don’t forget to do-dah
host harbours hierophant unhinges white anchovies extinguishes two milk bottles
challenges goldfish to nine holes medal
Dancehall days are here again
Couch potatoes go to seed
In front of Goggle boxes
Outside equinox well
…Equinoxes
You can strictly stick Strictly
Come Dancing up your sad arse
Farce repeats as history
In
…Paradoxes
Feral Beryl married Bill Sensible - a brown shoe salesmen They lived for a while in Strawberry Hill Then came the schism Reason: Post-Imperialism
Homo Deus rises far too early, doing nobody no favours, plugs in the cat and stares mindfully at a cherished hologram
Grand auto thieves scamper for cover across the kitchen ceiling, Spider Siddall and the gang know when to err on the side of caution
It is now time to retrieve the clavicle from the birdbath, a delicate task demanding scant attention for those bent on self-destruction
The Tannoy erupts into life, someone in Patagonia has decapitated a backpacker with a wayward pitch of the bolus
Despite nemesis and a string of letters to the local authorities, a group of birds persists in the annoying practice of respirating squawkily
the psychology
of redemption goes like this—
put on the kettle
pretty pl e a s e…
redhanded culprits
caught ripping silk sheets
part shrouded
in sleepdust
sporting fetching colours
to the tip—gristle to the mull!
little twitterings
simplify gruff mutters
fresh air cuts jagged holes
pernicious borus
dandelions roar!
The day after the day after wholesale slaughter flyblown autumn gossamer persists stubborn as winter rowan becomes tonight more trash to incinerate sweet horse chestnut We endure stale lavender All the greens become obscene rude yellows stark enchanted azure No chance of heaven at eleven. As in the black night a certificated medic calls to say: Life goes on without us then just like glimpses promptly disappears
I sat staring wide awake At a snow white candle on an empty round table Sired for wounding Or so it feels, A beast of field & stream This pelt makes it real: Lank, soaked, maculate creaking, cloying character armour…
A warning! Do not trip On the large smooth shiny spongey granite muffin At the door In the night It slid there whipped cajoled & now wet-nursed by tender urgent scrubber Those same handmaidens who passed on this message: ‘I just curled to say I love you. Skip.’
Grimbeau 