Funferal
sun-clothed women cuss
worlds ashamed to address stark
naked truth in silk disgrace
enrobed purple people
look good hanging on a wall
antick lewd hobgoblins prance
as satyrs hapless
cabalistic dance
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
July 10, 2016
July 10, 2016
curmudgeon
Showered & ranted,
Ridicule rip reprimand
overbearing customs
such root treatment twangs
raw defenceless nerves
Made safe my escape
~
Whassup! Asylum seeking?
heard some smokes about,
grub waits in the fridge,
bread is sliced and
ready for toaster,
fresh eggs attend hens largesse
~
Yet what to do today
tugs away at me.
Slippery old customer,
hanging around the deli
without a ticket,
waiting to be asked
what he wants so she
can say, ‘What tastes nice?’
July 9, 2016
Affluenza
Black as night at five
as I rose and chose a coffee
from the selection of available liquids.
With this I had a cigarette, which I made myself:
harvesting, drying, processing leaf,
making paper in a big blue pail,
extracting gas from my bio mass.
An exhaustive process
often interrupted by the need
to release toxic waste from the corpus.
~
On arrival upstairs in my lift
the day was revealed as misty
and the streets sweat wet.
I dropped my lighter on the floor and left it,
vowing to retrieve it later
with my extended manual claw.
A cursory take on the news
clarified the extent of yesterday’s huge explosion in China.
Jim Al Kalili showed me around Sellafield
nuclear reprocessing plant and availed me of a
brief history of nuclear energy.
He looks very like a frog.
July 9, 2016
Chatanooga Chu-chu
add your thoughts
HeRe…
(optical)
There we are.
Banged one out, as they say;
never mind who. They do.
Whomsoever this they is.
I do not know…
She fibbed.
And she knew that I knew too.
If you want to find out, like I do, call her at:
Pennsylvania 65000.
I can’t get through.
The reception is dreadful
in this carriage.
Perhaps I’ll try the caboose
after luncheon.
July 9, 2016
flowerfield
Chainsmoking cheroots
Looking down the gunbarrel
Maybe she wrote me that letter
I will never know
& if I did what difference
Would it make these days?
~
I will never know about
That either I suppose
so imponderables go
~
Image you crouched over
See you fret hard over every
word until beaten brow snaps
~
furrow yields up fears
beads come tumbling down
petrify snap splinter speck
~
pulver turn to dust
much as chimney sweeps
or this dry pressed iris
July 7, 2016
tannerama
saw life turn on a sixpence
that’s capitalism for you—
a bar for every drunk
a church for every bishop
a place for everything &
everything in its place
all turning on a sixpence
July 7, 2016
Poyson Iffy
Frog spawned & cuckoo
spat out dyspeptic gobwash
pink dogged rose over hangs
verdant biscuit lawn
Bomb full of bull corruption
Writs flee shrunken ships
~
Generall straine
Anguished wayes & windings
Honeysweet oyle smoothe poyson
~
Beghards & Beguines
Heretickes & libertinoes
Encrypt curse words upside down
Underside worn felt lapels
~
Pantheistic eucharist
munch one get three free
down the Pig & Whistle
July 6, 2016
Drastic No-No Band
all we’re saying is
give war a chance again
fefore it’s too late
July 5, 2016
penis fly trap
lapped
slapped
entrapped
flapped
sapped
zapped
apt
July 4, 2016
apricock
Stars & stripes striate
my eyes
come to rest
on this
moribund fieldmouse
by the dog’s luminous red plastic food bowl
sun blinds me as I make my deft approach
One point four billion miles
From the planet jupiter
Nearly six hours after midnight
Blue skies shining on seas
fleeing genomes off to work
With a sound packed lunch
Grimbeau 