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Category: Journal
February 21, 2014
Yipes!
Yipes!
Either
the desk is higher
Or
the chair is lower.
One or both,
Or…
I am smaller.
Eek a squeak!
A Diva dives
A yappy, fledgling chirrups:
‘Where’s my grubs?’
‘Downunder.’
I call
From my eggshell
February 20, 2014
Old Yarn
The
fragmented head surveys itself
quick clips of a factive dream.
The
perspective is from below.
It is indoors.
The
street scene is frugal,
the sky is blue.
The
feeling is anxious
A pressing engagement.
The
train is soporific,
uncomfortable
The
taxi rank is fresh, niggly,
and jumpy.
The
taxi journey is relief
detachment pause
The Antiques Roadshow
A shock ending.
Scrimmed Femur
The
ending is exhausted, querulous.
Sunlit indifference abounds
February 20, 2014
Upswooped
The house wakes,
must back below.
Sleep is far,
a distant realm:
dreams frolic there.
February 19, 2014
RSPCA
Curiosity killed the cat
they found it in the laundromat
Named it Yasser Arafat
And hung it on the wall
The next cat was not interested
In anything but being fed
And hiding fur balls in their bed
So they shot it in the head
And hung it on the wall
When we heard the first reports
Of pistol shots we went around
In dead of night without a sound
but everyone was underground
Or hung upon the wall.
February 18, 2014
Nonsense on a Wet Afternoon
Speedwell.
Headache,
Gerund,
a nap till PM, which is now – Holy Cow!
Another Independence Day ends
One man Bob.
On the mad ship dodgy gut
It’s a cheap trip to Doolali Tupp
You won’t get far on carrot
And a multigrain bar
Roll me a coffee,
pass me a tab,
and a biscuit too,
celebrate the comedy of yesterday,
Groucho, Panto, Kong and Fay Wray
February 18, 2014
Flatman
“We have to remember that what we observe is not nature in itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.” – Werner Heisenberg
Sunshine after rain.
One will come soon.
So…Relax, wind down,
Never mind
it was just
The usual let you downs.
Then…Inflate, blow up,
Never mind
it was just
the usual pink suspects:
Six blind elephants from
The Flat Man .
Six is a number for elephants.
Elephants is not a number.
February 18, 2014
Eleanor Rugby
She was known to have the wrong name,
(a clerical faux pas committed by Gerald
While eating a falafel after a
Good bollocking from Mrs. Godzilla
for being late in again.)
The corpse lived at No Fixed Abode
as did Wallace Pidgeon
the woman with her real name,
who rented the cellar.
It was all too much for Geraldine,
So, she just rifled the personal effects
for good pickings,
secreted them in the shallow,
nylon pocket of her too tight tunic,
pulled the sheet over the head,
and checked for recent texts.
February 17, 2014
Events, Dear Boy…Events
Lunchtime
News about the news:
Observe basking sharks,
lost lopsided lilies,
slumping in the lagoon
pump waters from people’s homes
busy Nessies, little lochs,
tiny monsters of the shallows.
Waterlogged logs sink from sight,
nervous wrecks shiver
in Lazy Bones’ Locker.
No way, Jose!
Smart Alec McMackerel.
Wessex is the wetland of Alba.
Let it drown.
Paint your bum blue.
Join us: Stay dry.
See Soggies flood North in droves.
Border turnpike takes groats only.
Frack Ben Nevis.
Rip off Groatland.
Yawn. Nodding off…
Done in after all the sleep and squatting…
bills, deeds, duties, musts,
cant’s, coulds, shoulds, woulds;
daydawdledoodles.
Doze snooze nap?
And why not?
Afternoon off again…Tut, tut, tut.
February 16, 2014
Oops! A Face
Soo
blue dew
True
blue dew…
Ooo!
How do you do
Do-da-do-da-day
Eh
You
As new must shoot.
Cheerio
Toodlee-ooo
Grimbeau 