Jerks temporal physical
ecclesiastical spits
& spats dribs and drabs
scamper like sideways crabs,
those little sand ones,
super-sensitive little critters,
don’t want them in your vestments.
Just thought makes skin creep.
Icky rinse and unction,
gentian blue, geisha socks,
hollyhocks in aspic,
that’s fixed it. spit it out,
like venom or tripe
gloopy pukey cheesy goo:
Yuksville, Ariz.
remember some
name
fell off
dark rock dead surface
third stone from a sun
inconspicuous absence
heart grew heavier,
colder somehow violet
gone but just
forgotten
do not kid yourself
we are disposable stardust
Breathe in octave,
in one voice,
the celebration of the fungus,
sharp light on water,
a trout called esther williams
has parasites on its whiskers,
they say: ‘shave this fish, shave this fish’
and slip under a fan dancing turbine
off for porridge & smokies.
A jingle in the dingle,
a dongle in the shrub,
a riddle on a fiddle,
the median of middle.
Stepping out in running blues,
shouting ‘Still here, your twerps and twonks!’
who wished me gone for yonks.
Net curtain snideys,
hanging out dry washing
on crooked lines
just to block out the sun.
Here comes the sun to have a laugh,
a snigger, a check it out, a gloat at
little lives playing themselves out in safe,
unhappy scripts:
polishing, dusting, painting crypts.
Rolling tiffs, thinking cliffs, wind blowing quiffs,
In skipper’s beards, fucking weird.
And I sit in judgement. How fucking weird is that?
Pop up half mill.
Say it again.
Pop up…light sill.
Comprises:
Dried flowers, heads well dead.
-‘allo Vera
-‘allo Grim
…
All I recall before the whirring blur…
Landrover in the hall.
Half banana & Muesli.
Cheesy cauli scoff by Bo.
Nix no more…
…
Spectacle respectable,
hi-silver scudders
heading Wenward.
Fade to mauve diluted grey.
Two crows lope left.
Stilled of a sudden.
A polyp in Port Said
abundant floribunda.
No man cast asunder
Met
The Jazz Singer
On foot:
Original
Talkie
Walkie
Al Jolson Sings Again
all that water
under the bridge
avoiding
the swim
you cannot
bathe in
the same river
once
So we cut the abstract,
not like light or mayhem
See that, I missed it too
Perhaps it…no
Don’t fall for that
Luxury
Turn off the light.
Shan’t see now
Angels
This is you and me
Once immediate
Like a memory
Of
Important lightning
Grimbeau 