Ear Blaze
…something moved me
stopped me in my steps
left me here
teetering
Prone as
a Wallander
on a curved
barbed wire
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
January 22, 2015
Cookie Monster
Wolf Hall calls me:
‘Hi, howl are you?’
‘Ravenous –
You?’
January 22, 2015
Innit?
Sleek
abysmal dancer witters on:
‘…got a Twitter, Andy tweeted. So,
I tweeted back. How we tittered.’
I looked out on the ragged garden:
taken a good winter battering, well
grazed by bold Sussex Hens
(the dog is indoors a lot of late).
My word mind lands on ‘Topiary’:
Sculpted hedgerow dinosaurs;
Gothic ramparts; all shapes phallic,
A racing car with driver, a duck,
Oh, and a family of elephants.
And nearly lost to reason I paused
And came to my senses.
The duties of the day press in:
Wake the dead, feed the head,
Clean up, sit up, sit down,
wash my feet, eat…
Tweet
January 21, 2015
Change is Hard
Orpheus hummed lullabies
to his underpants.
High time
for a change,
he surmised.
so
He got up
and walked out
through the wall.
Arcadia was a drag;
The Underworld sucked;
Olympus was passe
Pizzarea
That was it:
Four Seasons
all day special
weatherwise
January 21, 2015
Wystopia
Mauden – Nite Male Rubba Dub.
Heads up, there – A Riviera!
No Pushy-Pushing Now.
Duck the Punches! No pulling mind.
Here comes delight.
Da-da-da-dumdum.
Sing a Song of Songs sung Blue.
From Synapse to Prolapse:
A Curt History of Rapture.
Psychosyllables care of Dr. Egg;
tosh-tish-tosh;
plinketyppyplonk.
Bad reviews, bad previews –
Bumful of bad bananas for the drop.
Plop.
Hanging is ungood for the hangee.
Flash-flesh-flush.
Press & Whoosh: all dunned.
Mr. Turd says,
‘Now wish your wands!’
Now.
Go think yourself as water,
as liquid water under ice,
uninstilled.
Like this: churning, filling, spilling, welling,
willing, milling. Flossing.
Morris Flossing.
Big chews and tobacco spats.
A la mode: Discommode.
The Carps Barp.
January 21, 2015
Help!
Je suis Charlady
Swabbing the toilets
Wasting my life
Wading in detritus
Vom in the sink
Crap on the floor
Dry slime of sex
From the night before.
Treated like scum
Renting a slum
Grazing in Tesco
On a tin of Chum
Killing my time
Skinful of wine
‘Stop doing that
Or you’ll end up blind!’
January 20, 2015
Doing the Right Thingies
sheep
dipping
is wasted on
dipped
sheep.
Ron Fuschias
January 20, 2015
An Hour Glass
Just
as she opened
the gifts
Time went
Whistling
Trill
Lilts and Airs
Tingling
Fingering
Sneaking
previews – a scented
Complimentary
Card read:
‘Be not hurt by these
small tokens. Love
Jocasta.’
She
Convulsed
With warm lament
for one hour
summer’s
nitrous
salt rain
subsumed
in silence.
January 20, 2015
Grike Water
Some primitive chanting
Lightens my day
Considerably
January 20, 2015
Fluke Skellington
Three approaches
The day’s ebb
The ebb of day
Could rest
my head
Go to bed
Writing about the agonies
Of others is a tad
Arrogant
Anyway I do…
No I will continue
Wracking
Corpuscle & Sinew
Come, come
That’s laying
It
On a bit lavish.
Like an old church
On a
Skellig
Singing
to
The Sky Light
Grimbeau 