Grimbeau

Traffic trumps ethics clucks…read a bit, listening to gnomes & druids
Swaggering clouds puff dragon’s teethy briar pipes…
Milton in fetters, Blake O’Blumenthal.
Blake’n’Pinball—Marriage of Heaven and Hell
All time top score!

Mummblings inner cavernous sports hall near Hemel Hempstead
Mystical masterpieces…and why knitty-knot?
Kind hearted adult rage
Incandescently
Go follow your bliss—mental composer!

Clay, Eveline…who are you kidding, Bud?
Lazy putz, busking it, busking it sloppily
It is not writing, is it?
Just not as we know it, Radar

Smoked salmon rags,
house radish sauce &
flash green brain salad sandwich
scourge my philistine god
Afternoon preoccupied
Chewing on it
Repenting at leisure—
In the belly of the fish
Monsters! All shapes & sizes
Variety of small grain boxes
‘what d’you want today?’
The invisible sixth one

Windblown half-moon running

chickens chased by scattered twigs,

flyblown choc bar wrappers dervish,

two taciturn Masai, a large yellow balloon,

Bladerunner and a pride of moles: rural quiet is resumed.

Tuned in, turned off, turned on, turned up, turned puce…

Mother Goose, Aladdin, and Buttons

glaring at me like thunder.

`Prey, what ails thou Panto-types?` I seasonalled.

`A flagrant breach of protocol, that’s what!’ said Goose, irate, pacing.

`Cinders is a tard! Whittington’s a dachshund! The ugly sisters are ants! Need I continue?` Buttons stormed with absurd pomp.

‘My lamp is empty.` Aladdin wailed.

`I do not see what it has to do with me.` I said with modesty and aplomb.

`Just typical,’ Goose tutted, `will no one take responsibility ?`

…

Luck to get out of their alive,

I tell you,  slipped out

when the Bovril lady came,

via the sink, town drain,

and Alaskan tundra to here.

Thumbnail One:

 `The Twiglet and Cheeseball.`

Quidnuncs flaidh cheoil:

how’s your ole terror feyther?

Still on the run in Spain?

And your mother, don’t you love her,

the twisted sister of Cain.

And you, you monster,

a towering babble of lardo

thinking we’re lesser devos,

are you well in this world,

did you churl of curling

or gainsay Brian Boru?