Timbuktu
poetry
is
an
absorbing
way to
carry on
…
a
frustrating
palaver
at
the best
of times
…
pecu
liar
ly
enjoy
ab
le
…
mi
asmic
put
res
cence
…
stag
nant pool
quint
essence
ally
…
like
omni
buses
it
takes you
places
…
some
quite
odd
like
Timbuktu
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
December 22, 2015
December 22, 2015
Hunt the Humless
Four minutes past late
The long and the short of it…
Cleared out the empties.
Priced up cheapo books for Juul;
Made some fresh coffee;
What’s to do next, Boss?
Review the twelvemonth, Arthur!
The third Afghan War
proved a futile sacrifice
same as the first two
Old top brass eye up the next,
mothers weep for a tearless world,
alcohol poisoning
has doubled, trebled, wobbled
quadrupled…collapsed.
Anything else, Boss?
A hard shoulder to cry on
December 21, 2015
Ibex Time
does it make any
difference either way what
appears on this blog
capricorn rises tonight
time to write a goat story
make it feel welcome
December 21, 2015
Smitten Kitten
Stargazy cow pies
Here comes long night to
Foreshortened solstice day.
Burnham Wood to Dunsinane again.
Escape to wet room while stocks last?
Suck the carpet beat the doormats.
Sock cloth and pastiche.
O my damaged brain!
Wherefore art though cameo?
Keeping down appearances to a bare minimum.
Let it flow, Jojo.
The man is at the chores.
Being the son of a bitch.
Yappy mucky pup.
Hard wired downcast.
Upbeat positivity.
Pass the spare sickbag.
Ash trees on airwaves.
Pictures of kittens
Smitten
December 21, 2015
Rift
Rivers flow uphill
Taking the easy way out
The unbearable Loch Ness
Of Being timeless
Slip into the same river
Once upon a corrack
Fishing for compliments
Nearly caught a coy carp
Another one that got away
All alone in a cold world
Poor neglected child
Just like all the rest
Just like all the rest
so the river flows
December 19, 2015
Silly Trumpet
Pylons crave winter
Straddling desolate vistas
Steely conveyors
Nice and gentle girder
Joycean credential
Consequential sentimental
Do the Strander
December 19, 2015
Smoot
Talk is of Kali
Eleven hour candle says nine
Suddenly snuffed it
Solitude is loneliness
Without persistent bullshit
December 19, 2015
Pests
In a hurricane lagoon
festooned by small flying things
concerned onlookers
fluster on the windswept beach
call emergency services
in case it’s a grand mal fit.
December 18, 2015
From Rags to Riches
Dragged up on the mean
streets of Much Wenloch, Salop:
orphaned at an early age
& entombed on death row by four
after eating his grandma!
Yes, indeed, Neil Armstrong was
an unlikely candidate
to become the first man
on the moon.
a modest man with a lot to be modest about,
petty criminal with cannibalistic tendencies.
Till fortune propelled him
into a life of
galactic celebrity,
when,
holed up in a shotgun shack after
an abortive raid
on Dade County Police Dept
to release Jim Morrison,
he was abducted by NASA
& sent,
kicking and screaming,
into outer space.
His last words ‘Goldfish Mandelbrot’ are typical of the man:
succinct yet charming,
dark yet illuminating.
We shall never see his like again.
December 18, 2015
Petrichor
Nose down.
The Saint woke
nose down in a wood:
in a
a vast, dank wood.
Beeches & brambles.
He got up,
raised a knowing eyebrow,
and licked mulch from his
granite chiselled chin.
Petrichor,
he concluded wryly
Grimbeau 