Sea
Sea I said
…
idly
pointing
over the point
that bit of
Sea
Yea sea so
Sea!
Yeah, yeah…
Please do not get het up,
Sounding like a Gatling Gun.
Quite naturally
I conjectures that i
Touched a raw nerve
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Music
December 28, 2015
A View from the Fridge
Watch the ersatz light
Reflecting starboard
Honour bound to succour
Day becoming night
Faff with naff gadgets
Eschewing tuna mayo
Dreaming high seas calabrese
December 23, 2015
Afterbath
wind diminishes
lull before Xmas Eva,
background to a halt.
Spanish blood & gold reprise,
armada to civil war
December 19, 2015
Silly Trumpet
Pylons crave winter
Straddling desolate vistas
Steely conveyors
Nice and gentle girder
Joycean credential
Consequential sentimental
Do the Strander
December 18, 2015
From Rags to Riches
Dragged up on the mean
streets of Much Wenloch, Salop:
orphaned at an early age
& entombed on death row by four
after eating his grandma!
Yes, indeed, Neil Armstrong was
an unlikely candidate
to become the first man
on the moon.
a modest man with a lot to be modest about,
petty criminal with cannibalistic tendencies.
Till fortune propelled him
into a life of
galactic celebrity,
when,
holed up in a shotgun shack after
an abortive raid
on Dade County Police Dept
to release Jim Morrison,
he was abducted by NASA
& sent,
kicking and screaming,
into outer space.
His last words ‘Goldfish Mandelbrot’ are typical of the man:
succinct yet charming,
dark yet illuminating.
We shall never see his like again.
December 9, 2015
Museum
lit jasmine joss stick
Debussy string quartet plays
adjust thermostat
open fan widows
wine dark dawn begets
clear blue canopy
wondering whether
to talk or not to talk to
fiends & creditors
November 29, 2015
Trilby
Blimey!
A bloody sonnet
dropped by
out of my hat
fancy that
all about evening
idealised
poetic license
freedom of formality
incubated nuisances
contort reality
in subversive silences
November 25, 2015
Shnout
Pink slate Pentecost
Meeting on Friday breakfast
Computer mordant
Housing frenzy in the way
Shite shite weather change bed fish
November 20, 2015
Suddenly Last Summer
Like the Bugler said:
‘In this crazy mixed up world
you are only as
good as
your last post.’
November 13, 2015
untamed malady
cleaned up The Galley
put on The Dinner
(good name for a band)
midday sun muddling
themes & notions
earplugs or upstairs?
food overruns fantasy
sigh day afternoon.
what is going on?
circling nitpickers
Grimbeau 