Clausewitz
Was that any good?
Too staccato and wooden…
like glockenspiel?
No more hollower
A piccolo then?
Kiss at this juncture
Not so Tweety-Pie
Perhaps a bassoon?
Gerraway with you!
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
November 14, 2015
Pour Fredric Martin
No fresh bread today
Conflict is contradiction
Only baby Boum-ers!
Quick & Easy times
Like a slice exploded
Armless in Gaza
November 14, 2015
Dick Whittington’s Cat
After the Lord Mayor’s show
Back to mine for sandwiches
Still keeps on raining
Time to get lost in a book
Finish the plonk
Sleep one off
November 14, 2015
Afterword
Dinkus strummed some
Untamed melody
As flying fishes
Play on Andover beach
Couch casting &
Shadow wrestling
Modus vivendi
November 13, 2015
Modus Vivendi
The day turns
on
fifteen minutes
will he or will she not come?
I have unlocked the door,
fetched out the crap,
brought in the milk.
It is very windy and
the sky threatens rain.
Things that deter unnecessary travel.
Four minutes to eleven.
Looks like a no show.
Make alternative arrangements.
Change tack.
Map out a new course.
A new modus vivendi.
November 13, 2015
Shadow Wrestling
Words can
not describe
Quite what it feels like
on those occasions
When you’re lost for words
But do
not worry
it’s
not a problem
as long as you know
what it is
that you mean
Does it?
Yes
November 13, 2015
Casting Couch
would Theda Bara
grace fake tiara
inviolate star
of Cleopatra?
November 13, 2015
untamed malady
cleaned up The Galley
put on The Dinner
(good name for a band)
midday sun muddling
themes & notions
earplugs or upstairs?
food overruns fantasy
sigh day afternoon.
what is going on?
circling nitpickers
November 13, 2015
As…
…fresh as a quasar,
bright as a futon,
blue as a cherry,
wind blows like cotton,
greener than onions,
khaki bronze tresses,
harpsichord pluckers,
flute canneloni,
viola chaffinch,
tumbril sonata,
quicksilver sanctum,
mad crimson pagoda,
orangery windows,
glow like a gloworm,
nub of the butter …
November 13, 2015
On Andover Beach
The sole aren’t biting today,
taking the meagre bait
of rehashed borrowed matter.
Must have better things to do
like sleep or almost
anything else permissible.
The swarming free world
of competing distractions.
Fleets of flights of fancy.
Origami necromancy.
Bat on ball or do fuck all.
Have a weep or have a ball.
All that is within your power.
Within your sphere of influence.
Just go and explore!
Ouch!
Not that one…
Grimbeau 