once while drowning
sheepishly
in the Black Sea
a big black boat
snook up and jumped
me from behind
after some time I
pulled what of me
was left together
tucked it up safe in
screeds of belly lard.
a rescue party
arrived and asked
me if I’d seen me.
I said a curt yet
polite no and
crawled back ashore.
Who put the clocks out?
eight minutes to four
undersleeping is lethal
April foolishness
or was it Blue Leicester cheese
or Port Talbot Steelworks
Back to bed with you!
~
summoned by canine smells
green poetics
Which is it to be today
Pranksta or Gangsta?
Always read between the lines
~
unlike You the truth
is never plain nor simple
You know who you are
capitalism eats itself
corrupted algorithm
no one takes the rap
Primrose promised me
evasion and avoidance
Get down to brass tax
after easter jamborees
lazy anniversaries
~
Father, son, and down the face
Pigsty disgrace ful
wish it away with fresh air
citrus freshener
~
That’s a bit better
focus on and gather up what was
and is to be done,
bundle them all up,
watch them fall into
ephemeral dystopias
~
gothic slab caked alabaster
slip slop slap on thick as pitch
regard the sporting complex
perusing motley queue of:
whats, whens, and how to do’s
~
put your best foot forward,
promptly fall face flat
relapsed catholic tastes stale
yellow river reds
run under beds of roses
beneath your contempt
bedding clothes smell suspect
~
Open up your eyes!
Use the can opener in
your plague ship head box
shore leave is over
set a course and go…
lithesome candle dancer
writhes guileful teasing tourquoise
mad clouds lose gusto
ballerina snuffed out quick
incandescent sanguine lip
Quarter
to ten new time, sunshine icicles
When you leave no going back
Welcome mat reads wrong way round
Enter at your lirep or backwards
Follow these instructions
Instruct your followers
Spilt milk
No laughing matter
~
Still
a little raddled even after a good sleep.
It’s your age, dearie.
Makes me full of it that one
That look occasions
sublime opalescence
condensed fit to burst
neutron quarks gluons scarper
project misery
gift wrapped in chocolate egg
sinister buffoonery
bound to disappoint
full on media onslaught
propaganda of the dud
foul deeds and crass
manipulations
enacted in stealth while
eudaemons dream on
mad chromatic scales
cry out go forth multiply
fine weather forecasts
always come to pass on by
just like light increases day
gray opposes grey
paint the world magnolia
ends justify means
teachers hiss & jeer
refusing to accentuate
positivist tosh
sweep clean with cheap broom
good colour for new messiah
Is magnolia!
cacodaemons snooze
on perpendicular pews
down at Enoch’s Temple
sleeping one off after a
hectic day on Golgotha
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
is
born in 1918
& still lives
Today in
2016
Beat that!
Grimbeau 