Topiary
Chat Poem #1
The abysmal dancer witters on:
‘…got a tweet from Buddha
naturally I tweeted back–
O! How we tittered.’
Looking out at ragged garden:
took a modest winter battering
noxious giant Sussex Hens
word mind selects: ‘Topiary’
Sculpted hedgerow dinosaurs
mock Gothic ramparts; all shapes
phallic by decree,
got no choice in theses matters-
black racing car minus
backseat driver,
equals a dead duck,
& a family of
unreal estate elephants.
~
so nearly lost to reason I paused
came upon my senses
scattered all around.
The duties of the day press in:
Wake the dead, feed the head,
Clean up, sit up, sit down…
All go
All go rhythm
Chat Poem#2
Just now something moved me
& stopped me in mid-step
& I teeter on one foot
like a Wallander
hopping on barbed wire
~
I saw her on my morning
in the middle of her night
Blocking up the toilet
by the stark hospital light
I will see her later on
On her morning off
And we will argue once again
:
Leaf over leaf
The page is made
From wood
Chopped,
chipped and pulvered
Mulched and pressed
Blotter and wafer
Are a mystery
To me
But you can eat always
Rice paper.
~
This evening in the middle
Of her day
The washing machine will
Stop me from napping
We will eat supper for lunch
And I will dream of Dali’s
Lobster Flamingos
sulking in green mud
#4
Sentimentality:
Just the very thought of it
& l just wet myself
Dry agony blocks sinuses
Swallowlessness
-welling floodgates spill over
#5
When weeping willows
Transgress their quota of woe
Tell them no worries
#6
Watched the wheel for all
It was not there some mud, chewing gum, and dog shit
#7
Jupiter turned up
uninvited yesterday
Orrery troubles
Waiting in the wings he said
Pre-stressed concrete blocks ahead
signifying nothing yet
Grimbeau 