After the angel dust
shaving the tiger proved easier
than Murdoch had thought.
And, as it turned out,
what Chadwick had posited
was later proven true,
it was the skin and not just
the fur that was patterned.
they were all the same
just get over it
Next week a Zebra,
she decided.
‘ The giraffe might prove to be a tall order,’
said the Indian rubber man,
deftly reading her train of thought.
How they chortled
that evening over their
Barley wine and Camembert
Slow slows slowly halts
sighs resumes forgets restarts
half-heartedly gazes
into empty toxic spaces
once full of hearts and flowers
twilight fading hour
just before three-thirty
worry not your knotty head
the lice who’ve just gone off to bed
won’t surface till eight-thirty
you can’t turn it on
and off like a water tap
or light switch can you
Bleak midwinter light
Flowers bloom trees without leaves
Labile distortions
The Plough &
The Stars in black &
white relief
triumph emphatically
allover my will
sporting slate black uniforms
parading John Ford
paddywhackery.
Some toothless Barry
Fitzgerald
lopsidedlymoustachioed
does unbalanced
convincingly
in tatty old hats
& assists a terrible beauty
down paradise road.
Tim Peake Gagarin
becomes more human traffic.
Good riddance to guinea pigs.
Smiley’s pupils shrank
on witnessing Stanley
Holloway in drag
(Some re-entry queries remain)
A three red night sucks
its denouement this morning.
All lights on and doors left causal open.
Perfect funeral weather.
Took the cure but it ain’t got through.
Think I’ll pester F-Bomb in a mo.
Naught doing on
the scribble western front.
Guts gargle in red
wine and ready salted crisps.
Permanent wet dusk.
As constellated
Jason and the Argonauts
pay their usual
Ritual
Xmas visit.
The dog will not drop the stick.
Perhaps upstairs
is the best
Place for me just now.
Either that or a
cross country run in slippers
Quicksand fast forgets
Little horses riding crops
Phosphorescent hounds
Crystal palaces
skeletal farthingales
cross country runners gum boots
all manner of stuff
Glimpse sobriety
Contemplating lunch for brunch.
Boiled beef and parrots.
Overly ambitious
infatuation junkie
craving approval
~
Water drops on thin bare twigs,
silver globules adorn taupe.
Keep on until the
urge to coalesce passes
lazy morning lines
spaghetti conjuntions
ablution deadline
makes that curious whooshing
sound as it passes
Something must be done
before I become
a theatre of bacterial
warfare and social pariah
onset catatonic state
no sign of intelligent life:
Please resuscitate.
Grimbeau 