Food is Love
Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got
Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
July 12, 2017
July 12, 2017
Here Comes Everybody
Characters surge in teeming, broiling tumults
Who, what, where, what are they yarns compose
spun, weaved, forged, tempered, cast, distorted
drawing, and withdrawing breath
from titbits of storylines,
Here and there, then and now, you have
Upsizings, threats, strengths, and weaknesses:
absurdities, absurd ditties, odd ways and beings.
See all these in a blustered, supple,
yielding, ready-berried Rowan; or in a tumbril,
air, toccata, fug, or others mirrored Mindseyes,
especially on these severe, unsettled October days.
July 12, 2017
Firestarter
Bring me moonshine
In your smile
&
gusto
In my hearth
O hearths!
~
The paraphernalia of open fires—
Scuttles, grates, tongs, clinkers,
ash shovel, hatchet
Rickety kneebends
Scrunching up the Sun
The News of the Screws
~
Picking good cinders
Hatcheting sticks
Three matches to light
Always three matches
Crackle & slow collapse
~
Juvenile flames keen to jive
The timing of the bigger sticks
Critical mass
The placement of the first coals
Put the heavy front on
~
Clunk
Shut the little door
& hope real hard
Offer up a silent
prayer to the firegods
Every little helps
Last refuge of a scoundrel
See it caught at last
July 11, 2017
Widdershins
This is it
Like a prairie
Far as you can see
One big
Bread Basket
Waiting to be cut down
Puzzles me sometimes
How they did it
In the old days
July 11, 2017
Spillage
I didn’t
do it
I wasn’t
there.
You
simply,
really must
believe me.
I know,
I know…
The blue blood
on the rug.
The breadknife?
Yes, it’s mine.
The body?
Okay. It’s me.
Now do you
understand?
I am not
Guilty party.
July 10, 2017
Gadfly
Forced to flee slow accident below—
dog got worried by cuss, fuss & bother
private reasons gurt & daisy small
Time slips slow-quick-slow away—
no life permitted down there after hours
(bad traffic, gridlock, ill managed all round)
Shower first thing then…gogogo
A day away after months…
Returned bruised yet unbroken
Soiled, ill kempt, dazed & bemused
No one to blame but others’
Crass impertinence during my absence—
when cats etcetera: lice etcetera
etcetera etcetara …
July 9, 2017
Mappa Lundi
So, farewell to another afternoon,
Subsumed in swoon, in a pale pink fractal
falafel, catacomb syrup lair, actual
familiar blue room, pale pink womb, belly
blubber walls, well plush crow’s nest, full of shit
and sticks; Indian cuckoo spits, some maps,
Wedgewood tobacco juicer, ugly cuddly toy,
fond of you set,… Just going, going, gone.
July 7, 2017
gooseBerries
Seven times seven
equals Two o one seventh seal
Leaven un leaven
bitter peace overtures
smokey grey Plain paper
Salt’n’pepper aeroplane spray season cropdust brown breadfruit flies wilt
“Abolition of Stigma? Come loosen ties familial Amen”
Sacrum pelvic hip
thigh shoulder neckties
kerchief!—Bless yooh
P os tur e:
He impostah
P a I nt…pretty pictures
Blue skies blow flowered fish fungus—eek!
A booogie Man bo-Jangles
A fall comes before
Pride’s purgatory
Open mind’s eye
Crusty pastry (goosy waxy gander berry
under bramble hairy apple green)
pale greeny gooh burr
prickler perickles tckles
trickology pings
July 6, 2017
Flatman
“We have to remember that what we observe is not nature in itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.” – Werner Heisenberg
Sunshine after rain.
One will come soon.
So…Relax, wind down,
Never mind
it was just
The usual let you downs.
Then…Inflate, blow up,
Never mind
it was just
the usual pink suspects:
Six blind elephants from
The Flat Man .
Six is a number for elephants.
Elephants is not a number.
Grimbeau 