Close Call
Lofty Perch
plummeted
to earth and
got lucky
by missing
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
December 22, 2014
Bother!
Missed that bit,
now lost my thread correcting it – blithe spirit indeed!
Blind panic panda at the door popped in for bamboo shoots and leaves.
Then
back to Ma Jong and the tiling mosaic that
I am trying to sort in my spare time.
Gobsin calls with silly boy tales, same every year.
Not in the mood for Drood just now
and
should be showered, instead I have a luminescent crimson bear become,
wrapped up for the incoming and the outgoing.
Waiting calmly, apprehendlessly.
Quick brown lazy jump over sly fox.
Needing a feeding
December 22, 2014
Santa Clues
To meet
face to face
my face and me
to gaze agog
on a sea of me.
A sea
of sudden time
surrounds, breaches,
fills my head from source:
one bright blithe crystal
on the russet titanium floor,
caught in a chance manner,
a blip,
a pulse,
the fading morning bonnet fleets.
Gone as quick as it came,
we chanced a profound sorrow to part
and were gone.
December 21, 2014
Panoptica
What a slothful Tom!
Skinless dirigible on asphalt deck.
Clavicle take off and soft landing.
Clankety-clunk,
Junk or dhobi?
Heinz number nine,
Rubi one Kenobi; ibis eons, zweye,
in the house: dry. Sontag afternun.
sister lulu, father zulu…
A marriage made in heaven. Bless’em.
December 21, 2014
Foster & Alien
Frank in dense armour
Mirthful spunk minaret
Echoes on cheese breeze
Curlew imposed at dawn
Of solstice shortest day
Hilly fairy rule
Too shrewd by half
To fool the daftest brush with death
In the bleak mud winter
On Solstice shortest day
December 16, 2014
Spuke
Quite a Wok.
Urizen-frozen Fell
the frozen, lurid
mud Grey mod.
What Budgerigar?
Or plumed fallow
grazing dark dimensions
such as these:
saying thussly.
`your dreams shine without you or me
capably…’
taking of notice. I wrote these words when
I realised that, given scant regard,
we are
Diahann:
the weakened
flutterby.
December 16, 2014
The Enigma Mode:
Self pitied Plumbers
do not find
themselves
Down
when your trousers
fall
the chips
are…
December 11, 2014
Flesh Trade
That’s that out of the way for another
year, thank god, anything good on? Repeats.
Surprise, surprise. It’s a wonderful life.
Gone with the wind. The great escape.
Born free two. Follow the yellow brick road
Out of Africa…
£80
The role of finance capital in the
Merchant of Venice
December 10, 2014
Comfort & Joy
Special
Christmas
Poem:
Excellent!
Scintillating!
December 10, 2014
Stepping Out
Did not hear
the sea
see the sky.
Then I
Saw an exit
called ‘Pleasure Dome’
over soft
boiled eggs.
Walking is
Bipedal
Ought to more.
Cross the floor.
Out the door.
Primeval
Grimbeau 