Machete Bolognese
vane bonfires fade
spontaneous implosive
embers smoulder on
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Music
March 15, 2016
Aisling
Things chug-chug-chugging
along again once
train lines cleared
of oppressive leaves
other obstacles malinger:
sheer mediocrity
complacent shyness
myriad telegraph poles
March 14, 2016
Old John Boy
(c) Milton’s Cottage; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation
Blind Tiresias
Rhythmically swaying
Iambic rapper
Muttering incantations
–
Committing morning verse
To pellucid memory
Ear cocked for milkmaids
–
Waiting enthroned in turmoil
illuminated by defeat
cherished hard won republic
brief lost earthly paradise
postponed for another eternity
another enlightenment
another bright spark
March 14, 2016
Welcome to the Working Week
Watched
The Night Manager,
Bond movie
BBC budget,
chief female spook
played by Poet Laureate –
it’s a new dawn on a grey day.
Calmed down after yesterday’s
sugary fry-up hiatus.
Big bomb in Istanbul
Merkel on the slide.
Grinding poverty
in the national interest
the right thing to do
sarin on the streets
of Birmingham quells
public sentimentalists
welcome to the working week…
March 13, 2016
Go
Do you dare go out?
Snoopers everywhere
watching every step you take
*
digit counters fall like lies
invisible drones
gauge your
intentions:
good bad or indifferent
depending on their
point of view
*
nano state anthropocene
goes to work on itself
paranoia made
real big
brother
made redundant
spending early retirement
cormorant counting
after dark midnight
*
grand inquisitor
smart phones
just stole
the joy of Going
*
ignorance is folly
when it’s wise to wise up…
Said
The slimy
Saboteur
March 9, 2016
Bemusement
Not voice
you Munchkin!
but voices:
Voi-ces!
Free them up for me will ya?
not lock them up forever
all you must do is
just shut your face
right up and write this here down
Read my lips
Buster!
~
My muse
is in a
strop with me
today…
~
Speculation is
a waste of time best spent
doing what your told…
~
Artistic license?
Just a loss leader
To lure you
the choice is yours
all you have to do
is spend time
writing this down
March 6, 2016
Olivier Messiah
Live in spite of spite
Ways of seeing ways of being
Standing on your head
Head on backwards to the front
Pictures at an Inhibition
Defoliated cities bid good
Riddance misanthrope
Wolfing down cadavers
Post nouveau cuisine
Based on an original
Recipe for disaster
Zillions like on Arsebook
Good monks carry machetes
Concealed in nasty habits
March 6, 2016
Up Periscope
Listen to something
misunderstood multiverse
cast off thousands gasp
barefoot strollers on hazy esplanades
in biblical proportions
perusing the claustrophobe
mining for water
squeezing rubbery shale
moulding candescence
from watery grapes
to hurl up real high
just to observe them
exploding stand way
down under agape
foretaste cascading nectar
March 5, 2016
Vicarage Tea Party
…it has been said
anxiety & stress
do not rhyme
with oranges
nothing really does
as a matter of fact
stress & anxiety
however rhyme
with dress & propriety
& quite a few other things
actually.
Yes, that is really boring.
More sucks, Vicar?
Yes
March 5, 2016
Virtuous Reality
-Anchor the Spectacle, Mister Hands!
We’re going ashore.
It was too soon.
Hands blushes coyly
Shakin chestnut manacles
Eyes understood fully
Hands encounters disdainful
inscrutable latitudes
Eyes ignoring the growing swarm,
a manic fauve flotilla spewing
onlookers doing selfies.
You just crossed the pacific
in an enamel bathtub.
The age of true sailing is
undead
You are feeling tired
after that,
about an hour
or so was it?
Lost all sense of time
Only for a while
mind you
Only for a while…
~
Some snow,
an afterthought,
soon passes:
a dusting,
a sprinkling
barely even that.
You think one up this time
if your fancy takes you
Grimbeau 