Grimbeau

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Category: Poetry

Metaphors be with Us


...divined at last why fingers when flexed twinkle ; grown truly sick of naff reflection; noises off conspire to confound; unbled fucking radiators rage; absent mind drifts to dark arcadia; mourn dancing planets lost to soundbites; melancholy sunflowers snigger; limpid equine eyelids droop; molten magma tears flood fenlands; hairline fissure on the ocean; four squinting barracuda scatter; flying fishwives dissolve in bitchy gossamer; slope caught shoplifting by mantrap anchovy; collective conch shell earholes prick; bleached fine tooth back combed beehive sparkles; electrifying orchid sighting; touchpad static ocean tingle; giggle nervily giddy hooded; end of media for a twelvemonth day; never one to follow fashion; mores to boot and save a fortune; purchase rawl plugs unclear of conscience; epistles replace cheapshot missives; dreamy brave new worlds collapse; announce a sure solution to eye pollution; exhort perpetual indulgences of the ear; waxing lyrical brooks no doubt; blessed peace and quiet deafens; profaned by preposterous firesale plugs; fingerful of fofmaldehyde secrets; no go dip your wick in that; be careful with that wax eugenie; dunno where its been; a butterfly picks its nose in siam--and wham; sorry bob never was your uncle...

Hill Jumpers

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Locus: Teeter

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Perm-interrupt of daydin,

blight noise,

like thistledown,

calls me down for

an absinthe

and

an anchovy.

Stubborn as

stillborn longhorn,

I wrastle with my conch shell

and succumb

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Airwaves

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The fault lies on the outside,

so confessed Aaron

the BT flight controller,

pledging a hearty lineman

first thing tomorrow.

Gangs of New York patrol the afternoon.

Julian arrives with new gadget: the man who came in from the war was Moldovan.

Aaron was a practising moron.

Sell by date sarnies announced as food.

No morph and three fizzers.

Bereft of yarns.

No call to quack.

Jubilee!

French polish windows thrum,
Pathetique ripples tickle
sweetening even air,
far off a yelp, a rustle of
rushing crinoline,
a dalliance commences,
to conclude by glow worm light come dusk,
entangled in briar on damp mosses
under elephant sized zucchini.

~
Alternatively, welsh rarebit
on toasted brioche
with chives and wildebeest,
served with lashings of green tea and
Pontefract binlids, while
galoshing through seas of watercress
and camphorated hankies.

Gaudete

times is hard
the going rough
the foodbanks shut
gloomy stuff

Joon

–Oooooooo

    Good da yas pfooks and unto all a’spondee spill a olive dunny start, cast toothy thee mund uber matter, malaplop diffuses tortion! Wee won proclaimed Smiles trumply brandyshining his haughty handsaw shimmer! 

Smirch all conniving Mudsharks— puer maulis mangle modal middy ear ordure— tree crust oceans pollen sift, grasspolipped by fung fear not, interpoltroon maltrusions needsmust oversmarm; grace hand flavour tickles spuriels, gurt guff bangs gong and numinous ballshouts trest as same. 

All perforce art preformed under gull griy skidoonerama. 

Yassums, tis Fastitime. 

Bon-bonny Joon.

Kween’s Chubb & knees up bounds off spacious antic. Gorbles err. Louse peers and tobbuccogrists trowl furtive in the fallow hill; some moon, underwhizzed yet moistly compliars, say it: 

‘Dolly goog knock, door favor, Meer Lady.’

Gnug awe dat…whirrwadi wodwo be pizzled, and sundry scree grunks larfed on lurking opulently ajar.

After rains wept buckets   black again behind me sat   depolarising dis n dat  ten miffed capricious alley gnats… ywn: ice

bleary, so too bad. 

Dunkel. Eiderdowned. Bis morrow!

Whyless murmuration, tunnytoes, starch gruffled, shoefell a silent sniffle, silver fishermen, rod danglers set out trawl. 

Doze in beryl satiny— deepbreathsandwheezes: bleepsoft. 

Petra

Tea roses tint dew drops glint
wuthered sandstone,
crinolates
the hand carved city of stone
lonesome gremlins
supervise

A stone cat
hewn behind an air vent purrs:
lured on by pareidolia
faded mirage on a solar phone

Scent fumes escape a golden august feast barn
marooned in nut sedge slate
overlooking the well hung
gardenias of Armageddon

Watch transixed as black air spews
out of a cave
here
Once a

furred slinky gal
in a topaz farthingale sheltered
Happy as steam Radio
reclines humming a refrain
arrogated by those she shunned

Poshlust

Susurrous rumblings
precursors of tumult
Saturday morning berserkers
‘A parcel for you, Suh!’
A Postie declares.
Kashchey the Deathless
Makes merry downstairs
Varnishing rococo baubles
Warm winsome dead soul

Little Omega

No spilt milk

to cry over:

traffic bollard hides

pothole and hedgehog,

Deters flood and folly.

All delay delivery.

Try your best without.

Think Wartime–

make do and mend,

Preserve a stitch in time:

Recall careless talk

cost lives