Wind Up
A
stray
red
brick
flew
dripless
stained
glass
window:
‘Sorry!’
It read
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
July 22, 2016
July 22, 2016
Rustic Lama
prone alert god
basking scrumpled in seed grass
melts gold leaf sun
dreams of the run
scampering last evening
dumb flounder, scoundrel stray
easy busy summer antic hay
wild dreamscapes frolic
buzzball spangles make mad play
pause scandalous figary
gathering bright ideas
crazed dandelions
July 22, 2016
Beachbum (For Bronwyn)
Last night
a golden orb
in midnight indigo
lit doggo beach ball
candle splash automatic.
Start! Jump frenzy. Up!
Just a skylark in the dark
A shadow grounded
In belief and dreams drowned
Peer group laughing
definat bogus
Empires of deceit
*
Shirtless in Tazar
they galumphed
eatraordinary warmth
Melted in sad succour
Marshmallows on toaststed souls
gazed on panoplies of zonk
Breathless sanguine
gross turpitudes
July 21, 2016
Whaling
Flensed moonstruck vivid
Carcass oozing midnight oil
A scream breaks within
July 21, 2016
Trance Dance
Uproarious desires
keep on moving,
bobbing and weaving,
ducking and diving,
slipping and sliding,
eel and ostrich pie
and jugs of foamy gush.
Lip-smacking jallop!
Arabian guillemot
Skulling curvy dunes
Pooh sticks and runes
Popular tunes
Rippling quick,
quick slow sand
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 14, 2016
WASP
zummathyme
& le living
ist
sleazy…
Away from chaos radio and noise gadget
I try to hear my own voice.
It is jumbled, jerky, muddled.
When it hears me listening it shut’s up.
Intruder, it whispers and hides.
Another voice comes, other than mine.
Abrupt jibber jabber.
Dissonant buzz
It stops
~
Shadow boxing:
the shadow leads two points:
it is southpaw, dogged, cunning, experienced.
I stand firm, steely jawed, granite eyed,
bleeding, unfeeling, waiting.
Rope a dope, Ali called it;
or, was that Angelo?
Zap, I’m downed
WASP
July 13, 2016
A Fiery Flying Rolle
So that’s all that then
What was all the fuss about
Nothing important
Estranged anarchic adepts
Compose new obscenities
For richer and for poorer
Forever and ever mayhem
Count stones at midnight
Click heels crisply come the dawn
Of grave blue Heirusalem
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 12, 2016
Dry Auden
McGillicuddy Reeks!
tell him to have a shower
soft or heavy one
it’s all the same to me now
rainy day dream away-o
A struggling writer: a writer struggling;
a beaten brow: a brow beaten.
Quandaries. Sundries. Tuesdays.
Sunday’s Just like Monday’s is…
let’s call it straight, Joey
(not that old crap again!)
you gave me a one way ticket to Pookaville!
Palokaville…
urghh, don’t interject, I was emoting.
Yea sure you was.
On the waterfront there ain’t no latrine duty.
Cryptic as McGillicuddy,
Manhattan wept, just like Jesus did.
Grimbeau 