Nap
Event horizon out of sight
In dusk dissembling tobacco ochre
standard light.
I cannot see what is or is not to be.
Only others see hour hands slow down and catch
a halted final glimpse of this afternoon
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Music
July 24, 2016
Garbage
My old man’s a dustbin,
He wears a dustbin lid:
His sister’s name is Binbag,
And his brother’s name is Sid.
July 24, 2016
Laundry
Midday!
Phew, that was close run race.
Nearly did something worthwhile
Till I came to my senses.
Let me tell you straight
The terror was tangible, tangerine, terrible.
Now it is over I can
return to Furplefarple Land
rest easy better in my bed
than this red sweater does
but cobalt and magenta
are in the wash
and so is
a frozen chicken
July 23, 2016
Firestarter
Bring me moonshine
In your smile
&
gusto
In my hearth
O hearths!
~
The paraphernalia of open fires—
Scuttles, grates, tongs, clinkers,
ash shovel, hatchet
Rickety kneebends
Scrunching up the Sun
The News of the Screws
~
Picking good cinders
Hatcheting sticks
Three matches to light
Always three matches
Crackle & slow collapse
~
Juvenile flames keen to jive
The timing of the bigger sticks
Critical mass
The placement of the first coals
Put the heavy front on
~
Clunk
Shut the little door
& hope real hard
Offer up a silent
prayer to the firegods
Every little helps
Last refuge of a scoundrel
See it caught at last
July 21, 2016
Plummeting Skywards
having a hatwave
a topical hatwave
overtures over
white cliffs of dover
you certainly cant, cant-can’t
Barbirolli more swaggers than minces
over like D’Annunzio balling crazed
‘Avanti Italia!’
I am struck dumb by her swan neck
veins taut rope glisten.
Recoil in horror.
You bet I did.
Where’s Duran Duran?
Off busking with a Pink fucking Panther.
~
Sitting on a mushroom cloud
Buddy curls up neat
now waiting for a kiss.
Hurt goes on and on.
Walking like a sumo
quince in his nappy.
See I remember some bits.
~
The Dixie Whistlers vanished without Tracey,
I consoled her briefly and moved on
to Fenchurch Street to chuck some bricks around.
This is what I’m like.
Impossible: an impossible person.
Imp. Vip. Rip.
Rest in peace very important, impossible person.
Not moi! Not I?
~
Here lies big gob, gargling blocked drain
I slept in once in Newmarket…
Wake up, Norman!
Dropped off, must have…
Hurt still on the wireless.
Barnard is risen.
July 12, 2016
Watereblogged
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
July 10, 2016
Funferal
sun-clothed women cuss
worlds ashamed to address stark
naked truth in silk disgrace
enrobed purple people
look good hanging on a wall
antick lewd hobgoblins prance
as satyrs hapless
cabalistic dance
July 7, 2016
tannerama
saw life turn on a sixpence
that’s capitalism for you—
a bar for every drunk
a church for every bishop
a place for everything &
everything in its place
all turning on a sixpence
July 7, 2016
Poyson Iffy
Frog spawned & cuckoo
spat out dyspeptic gobwash
pink dogged rose over hangs
verdant biscuit lawn
Bomb full of bull corruption
Writs flee shrunken ships
~
Generall straine
Anguished wayes & windings
Honeysweet oyle smoothe poyson
~
Beghards & Beguines
Heretickes & libertinoes
Encrypt curse words upside down
Underside worn felt lapels
~
Pantheistic eucharist
munch one get three free
down the Pig & Whistle
July 6, 2016
Drastic No-No Band
all we’re saying is
give war a chance again
fefore it’s too late
Grimbeau 