Hear. Me. Out.
Here’s how in
the hear
& now
brown cow
& gate
left open field
as far as
The
Ice Can
Sea.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
September 1, 2014
Jaw Jut
Look at that:
a dogged dog
who don’t play it doggo,
sit when spat at,
beg for his dinner,
or die for a queen…
whose bite is worse
than their bark,
you swallow,
gruffly ruminating
over a lamb’s leg…
waiting for a pig’s ear,
rueful of the duck’s arse,
sizing up the parson’s nose,
exercising horse sense
with the stubborn donkey…
Featured
Goldilocks
Big foot mantrapped,
Sasquatch chewing,
blood milk lakes,
hairy sunrise.
Three bears dream
palatable porridge.
Goldilocks sneaks in…
You
know the rest.
August 31, 2014
Big Foot in Mouth
Act your age
Not your
Shoe size
What! I said
Two thousand
Five hundred
Millimetres
August 31, 2014
A Crock in the Park
Overseas posting
not good enough,
don’t try harder!
It’ll shine when it shines.
Good plop and poem
about New York
by Bugsy Seagull –
something about rap,
Drive-by shooting music.
Got the croc &
ref to Prufrock.
Felt great weight
fall from me.
Refreshed by
Mountain Fontain
Compulsorally hosed,
Crimped, and pinked.
Brunch in Zimbabwe
With old boys
Sporting ties
Old school lies.
August 30, 2014
Bystanders
Attempts to engage
& inspire provide
Mere, cheap free
fatuous masonry
to bolster up
& elaborate her
Forty fictions;
So, off he traipsed,
hill sheep sullen
to wattle
& daub the beehive
against the elements;
Brittle bricks
& poor mortar
for fear’s shiftless,
feckless gaol:
Self.
I give up &
concern myselves
otherwise.
In confluence,
separation lies.
August 30, 2014
Absolution
Shitting
your boxers
first thing
throws One
right off
One’s stride
I see you
angry and puny:
Cursefully,
tearfully,
damning your lot,
as you scoop it
sensibly
like a grown-up
from the kitchen sink
and fetch it with aplomb
to the awkward
jakes
for final
Absolution
August 30, 2014
Rasher Baps
droll nodes
brood
rude
colours:
pastel dragons
come from
melted crayon
puddles
sizzling bacon
takes the air,
makes it purr
like a pillow
we swallow
eating
our words
like gruel
August 30, 2014
Restful Laters
Stiffening breeze, yew spangle,
Forsythia: magic citrus mirror
Makes sharp shrift
misty sun smiles
like an aged, kind,
two-faced familiar,
clearly warming to its task, aware:
Not long before this hemisphere
is done with for another year.
August 29, 2014
Clacton Calling
Sur le Plage, de l’Or
Under
the beach
Hidden
Gold
‘O’er them dunes,
Cap’n Mudd!’
Says Mrs Hands.
‘…just go left at the war mines,
right at the shipwreck,
and,
Bob’s yer Uncle
It’s just there
opposite Aldi.’
…
Put on, or should it be, donned
John’s bonce on the hob.
Brain versus brawn
is a no-brainer.
Meanwhile…
after a lean while
Herod buys bonking time,
hides it in his Wish Urn
The sheer, brazen
Barbaric
Sauce of the fellow!
‘Chopsy prophet.
Salome’s mum
was a right one
too…’
…
Folkestone Ferry
grounded
On Golden Beach.
Lemmings swarm
Ferreting about.
Dredgers look on.
Dormant
In easy, idle, calm.
…
Just waiting
for the
Ebb to Flow
Uphill
Grimbeau 