Icarus
All the trees
are brown
and the
carpet is grey.
I went
for
a splash
on a summer’s day…
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
July 22, 2013
Elevenses with Igor
Rite of Spring on: unseasonably
Pleasing accompaniment while
Sitting daringly naked with towel
To hand and an eye on my genitals
Ensuring they are not overexposed
To the sun.
Having been burnt before like this.
When the Rite is done
(less than thirty minutes)
Back indoors to lunch on cider and crackers,
And, gently creaming my largest organ.
It is the centenary of this Rite.
July 21, 2013
Bold Feet
Potato takes longer when not on –
Confuchiasaid…
…Adolf Hitler, Bob the Builder, Sting, and Fu Manchu
Etruscan verandas, Chessington zoo, trams and a Boy called Sue…
Meanwhileaway…
In the belly of the quintessential beast:
One mo! I must bare my feet, take off socks,
Step deftly into scalding, saline soup
Wherewithin…
Wild Dogmen, blood axed racketeers, them sort;
Merged into angry bellowing crash waves
Trading, pillaging, raping, and knitting.
Heel touches first through steaming steam dipping down.
I shiver, goose pimples bloom, tender soles
Softly settling into purple water…
July 21, 2013
Sunday Papers
Middle-aged callow chants and chick pea stew.
Lukewarm Ointment smoothed in careworn lost eyes.
Hind-sighters rushing after scornful truth.
Saps still raking moon under the morning
Maple syrup
July 21, 2013
Hot Cocoa Car Reverie
The cosmic chime of sub-atomic car clock
Inspired (drove) Samantha to yellow tears.
Fred Carnage clutched boiling plastic cocoa,
felt for her a lot: Why was that then ouch?
Bingo! It was Bloody Yule of course.
Her in fatigues sporting a bazooka,
he recalled, sipping with care…
The logo of Mothercare, in mist subsumed.
They shared the memory of a teenage pregnancy
A rollicking remembrance of a rampant ride for Fred.
The nightmare of an unmarked hospital grave for Sam.
July 20, 2013
September 2011
Pull the curtains and reveal that wow sky.
Thin cloud sculpts a convalescent moon:
wondrous shivering sad silver presence.
The clouds permit this harbour of head space
Provoking basks to chill before dumb dawn.
Then watch through the fan window,
gaze past the submarine aerials and chimneys
and glimpse a fulsome face on Kerry’s mad coast.
Promenade across sad Bantry and stark Beara,
then southward to Baltimore and the big seas.
When bright dead and other sleepers cop this
they abandon calm: and bark wild with wonder.
July 16, 2013
Vesuvius
the volcano simpers,
the volcano whimpers.
nonetheless it remains
a volcano
July 14, 2013
Sixish
Warm, heavy, windless evening.
The stumbling minor chords of evening stumble
as a lazy dozer, sticky from unusual heat,
wends homeward to unstick the goo and
prepare for tasks unimagined,
unwelcome,
and sunshine important.
July 13, 2013
Sheet Life
Midday after a slow trudge of a morning
Skid marks on my pillow:
A pillowcrash.
In the wee big hours when dragonflies sleep
Worldnews feeds my dreams, another train disaster
More than not man dead, I am well informed
By a tweet tweeting by
Just after seven when all the gods wake.
July 12, 2013
Trout Bridge Test
Epic phone call underway
Mutti’s birthday
Nineteen forty three was it?
Wind sprinkles hose droplets:
Sprinkler.
Faux summer afternoon:
Shower how it’s done.
Easy racial stereotypes
Sturmers
Drangers
Blowers
Errors
Spiv summershadowspots:
Forget me pink wotsits
How reminiscent of one
Who threw the bathwater
Out with the baby bio.
Grimbeau 