Dukkha
As if
people
have
nothing
better
to do
than this:
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
November 18, 2013
Still Life
On her veranda
a landowner
Exhales
…a gust of codeine cloud
On Parrot Woods West
where buggy water
sits stale
on crowded crow dead flats
a sun limps homeward
wounded in windless
sheeting mist
October 30, 2013
Catching Up
Trudgin through a drift of skinbits, a clock
Appeared:
‘Zoot alors!’ I exclaimed, realising that the clocks
had changed.
What was once a mongoose was now a goose.
‘Non dieu!’ I exclaimed.
How time flies.
‘Au contraire, mon nambulist!’
Said a clock.
October 22, 2013
Crash in Beanfield, 1935.
Coincidence!
interrupted by
plane crash
in
back window dweller:
shit happened too much.
Shucks!
Folly?
Golly
Recall a putrid?
Kept calling me ‘dumbfuck’;
day 5 so far.
WIP; with a little help from…
Aviator on; clock working,
and counting.
352 mph.
Fastest man in the
Whole wide
Whirled.
October 21, 2013
Fall Clocks Back Soon
Moon undercast, sat in dark, underslept,
overdreamt.
Grayson Perry repeats in my ear:
wreath lecture.
Upstairs rumbles, floorboards creak: footfall
human biped
paw patter.
Noises.
House to clear, stuff to do.
Shetland occasionally poor.
Colour pitch. Huge challenges. Budget cuts.
Findings concerning.
Rain is the number. Heavy brisk bluster.
Gorge custard. Asp tounges in larkspit.
Togas and no gas.
Maria danced for money
grander day. Blue mountain megafire. Bedtime for bonkers.
Thuds.
The day begins and ends in night.
Night is morning: Good morning night!
Clocks fall back soon.
October 6, 2013
Cthulhu
The radiator
is not getting warmer:
needs exorcism
October 6, 2013
Zen
The snowman is a mellow fellow
and cares not when his legs are yellow
October 6, 2013
Eulogies
Bards often write verses
For others in hearses
October 6, 2013
Food Bank
A tory most crass, loud, and pompous
Created a row and a rumpus
After saying the needy
Were lazy and greedy
They ate him with oodles of humus
October 6, 2013
Tin
Snow is honest
It does what it
Says on the tin
Grimbeau 