El Tel
radio silence
my favourite station blares
Pratchett’s greatest hits
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
March 13, 2015
Sheepwatch
No shedding today,
the ring is barren
twenty two winter sheep
pock the tufty meadow
Still grazing after all these years
Mutton full of vibrant lamb
Gabriel scowls, forlorn as a kid
Who never had a household pet
Still radio silence fills the barn
You can hear the hay
Insinuating rumours
Nits!
March 12, 2015
Livid Kyle Funkadelic
Breathe in octave,
in one voice,
the celebration of the fungus,
sharp light on water,
a trout called esther williams
has parasites on its whiskers,
they say: ‘shave this fish, shave this fish’
and slip under a fan dancing turbine
off for porridge & smokies.
March 11, 2015
Well Trod Waters
Bacon, egg & jungle sarnie,
two bags ready, and an early banana –
that’s my lot, plus crash sleep
(an hour maybe).
Scrubbed scrammed black mirror hob:
Bit of ritual to settle my nerves,
my confusion at that van out there,
and that nagging
constant distant
roaring machine
behind the sky.
Wednesday afternoon
As savants well know
is never certain & could hang either way.
You never know, you just like to pretend.
March 11, 2015
Foibles
Grey paint is my usual,
matted not glossed,
ruffled and talced
certainly not groomed
by Governess Pecheur.
Her mild odour
Cologne and cat nip
perverts my lust for
kedgeree and fauve cheeses
March 11, 2015
Lay down and…
Don’t think of England
America’s dutiful poodle
Europe’s rescue dog
March 11, 2015
Eavesdroppings
capitalism
twenty four seven racket
rancorous fledglings
March 10, 2015
Tiffin
The Holy Hour
Plenary indulgences
Carrot cake seconds
March 10, 2015
Major to minor…
A jingle in the dingle,
a dongle in the shrub,
a riddle on a fiddle,
the median of middle.
Stepping out in running blues,
shouting ‘Still here, your twerps and twonks!’
who wished me gone for yonks.
Net curtain snideys,
hanging out dry washing
on crooked lines
just to block out the sun.
March 9, 2015
Muesli Bowl Peregination #6
Gruel!
Trucks splayed on winceyette
Paperbacked up by thumbsail rigging.
Thieved, not in the slightest borrowed
Robbed, not pure good lend-lease film fan
Ships of Liberty cargoing
Senile bananas to far flung
Gerontocracies
These dodgems
Run by ruffians with friends
In low places: naked ventriloquists
Licking smarmphones of pox.
Rant!
Bang the wall against your head
Laughing warm inside when you find
It is only made of tapioca.
Grimbeau 