Simon Says
Me no roast new pots
Numerous faith articles
Cultural wotsits
Handed down from mum to son
Prejudices common sense
What’s right and wot aint
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
September 18, 2015
quertzog
movements
of humanity
affect me
bacterially
September 18, 2015
Catatonia
what is this life if full
of care we have
no time to stare
and stare?
September 18, 2015
Jaquaranda Swoon Time
starling minus star
german minus car
homuncular mamba
quinquireme nirvana
trireme quillabamba
lamb passanda
calls Miranda
crazed veranda
September 17, 2015
Bag of Meat
When she died
Yes she died
Silent convulsive tears
Erupted deep down
In imagined diaphragm
Yes she’s dead real dead
Someone busy said
Proffering a chair
‘Is this the dead chair?’
after a pause one asked
A blue dark phone rang
September 17, 2015
Archibald
‘He showered
he shaved,
he came back from the grave.
Lazarus…
Lazarus…’
~
The daily drudge is on.
Walk away, walk away.
Up and down the garden path
fetch your underwear.
Walk away, walk away
One step, two step…
collapse on the prickly pear.
Walkaway, walkaway
~
‘Sea above us,
sky below,
we’re upside down,
head to toe!’
September 17, 2015
…rise up singin’
We got morning, we got day
It ain’t raining, it ain’t grey
Need a shower, need a shave
only love from love can save
September 17, 2015
Dock of the Bay
Ate cake before bed,
coffee found congealed
intact, redeemable: stirred,
revived, microwaved.
Stay of execution granted
Just three hours before deadline –
brutal brinkmanship
orders from the DA
reprieved to death row
there’s no place like home
green, green grass
to touch, taste, smell
Each dawn I live.
*
September 16, 2015
A Funny Turn
Magnesium sulphate, Dear
To rouse you from the torpor?
Salt of Epsom Downs
Mined by horny-handed sons
Of merchant bankers
& dowager duchesses
On sabbatical
From badger baiting
Grimbeau 