turn the heat right down
fling open smutty windows
cobwebs flutter past
before my very eyelashes
loading up the dishwasher
intellectual puzzle
impossible spatula
exceptional Mug
Shake me up, Judy!
Blood strewn leaden legged Custer
Wanders round bemused
Last of the Mohicans
Serenades a Hunter’s Moon
Frank shows up looking rough,
love on the rocks,
house on the line.
I drank white wine, Frank left.
So did i…
Oil! over by there (never whisper, never breathe, keep mum) sound of crispy sacred boots scrims, crunch, scrimmage, nowt words in hushed echoes yell 'over there behind the ball park sheltered by seaside Atlantic City and beyond waiting sadly remorseless for supremacy' comes a gentle hush into the night a wild nightingale infers: unkissed eyelids smart
Yes, by gum, nearly one o’clockery Greenwich Moan Time, wailing women weep in weeds, broken, nailed up and bleeding miscreants squirm like elvers
Gruff pallbearers of no good tidings wheeze
Gallivanting clover rockery
Loitering near railway sidings, wheeltapping rolling stock, grunting and shunting, mumbling over steaming mugs of creosote
Pottering about in the stoical pottery
licking and deriding Toby Jugs
Thowing pots resembling crockery at passers-by gathered round the glowing brazier, spouting bigotry and salacious tales of crochet mishaps
Awesome albatross gliding crow low
twigs subjected to sable mockery
Blinds drawn by agued oxen of the sun: too lazy to go to bed, grazing unmanicured lawns for toe and nail clippings and chili con carne droppings
Mice to see you to see you mice: three
Horsemen of the Apocalypse: four…
Will it be a cold winter?
They have been so mild and wet
must be due one soon
future fears increase
when running out of future
to look forward to
theatre unclear war
coming sooner than you think
cinema before your eyes
No fictive dreamscape,
just a camera angle,
details are blurred,
sounds incoherent.
Trying too hard to pick it up,
capture it, cage it.
Enjoy the jungle—
and fight it at your peril.
~
The jungle in my
head is too dense to
penetrate today.
I must determine
to acclimatize,
then immerse myselves
Enjoy the jungle—
but fight it at your peril
let the sunshine out
deploy facts upon the ground
stumble over truths
find a squaddie in a wadi
blown to smithereens
Had to go to the…
kitchen—what for!
Had a wash while i
was there anyway—
Buggered if i can remember why.
Bloody drain damage playing up again.
~
They’re at it as well
Damned post-Pagan heresies
Hereticking time bombers
Like mad things
All over the shop
Some as young as ninety-three
this is meant to be fun to do!
making things up, writing stories,
seeing whatever happen
my head hangs curtains after wine.
sea monsters ate my U-Boat
couldn’t make it up, could you?
reach out embrace existence
hug that north sea wolf
Grimbeau 