I cook some
runner beans
and
put the fish
pie in
the top oven.
Thirty minutes at 180c.
Meantime She arrives.
I ate and now I sweat.
The pie was
impressive,
the beans too populous.
Soon I will shower.
The afternoon is
oppressive.
Thundery,
heavy air.
It is three seventeen.
The dog barks.
There was something.
What was it?
The pepper,
the potatoes…
and something else.
French beans:
Harry Covert’s.
Speckled with blackfly.
A portent of tempest.
five wrinkly old balls
i threw into the grinning air’s
odd attachments
(quite some minutes later…)
no!
the have not re-appeared!
well, fancy that,
are you confused!
no!
just a little bemused
as i am attached to them.
now,
there’s a conundrum…
defensive & hostile
never listening to your
parental commands
…like a sub without an urb
A town without a centre
A blurb without a verb
A daughter called Placenta
An anthem to mundanity
Where chickens dance like mascots
And fuck their best mate’s bird
Rent out time shares in Damascus
Own a cat that’s never purred…
Eternal prisoners
Far wandering souls
Glowing phosphor essences
Cheap tricks of the light
Shadows of evening
Ever receding
Memories of you
Still farting around
unsettled, fidgety,
detached, remote?
Then go take Dump!
Tick the Box!
Sign out!
*
Hazy murk soon spreads,
dampens the daylight,
giant hogweed encroach
harbouring malicious intent
*
You to blister, to paralyse,
to analyse stragglers,
scantily clad day-trippers,
pale gormless nudists,
innocent blithe minors,
demented wayward majors.
*
Normality is resumed at last.
The regular service
The bland repast.
A strict diet of worms and woodlice.
The occasional festive
peppering of capers.
Stuffed Olives if you’re lucky.
*
So, go Squawk
Scrabble and squabble
for scraps cooped up in your hovel.
Grovel for a drop to drink
acknowledging your unworthiness
with ingratitude and contempt.
Today I shall drink nettlejuice
Lick and kiss dock wine flutes
Hiss sharp bliss, chew thumper bap, ooze Lollard grunge
Make steady progress to embrace
A beggar never sacked just
Falsely accused
A trumped up gluepot of chimera
Indeed
Perfidy dishonours advertising
Four dour horsemen get bushwhacked
By renegade chimps in titfers
Another perfect virtuous circle
love once blessed you
it once blessed those you met you
where is next to go?
the filtered wind wind
of desire of love
cavernous genorosities
plenitutinous
claptrap
or
thanks
hey! american writers out there
why are you so stuck up so on yourselves?
no freedomblues
no bluesudes shoes
( here comes the graphic!)
break it down
make it right
You
seasonal despair
annihilation is dead
hope springs diurnal
Grimbeau 