took the plunge read some
WH Auden – proper poet
shrank back in my shell
after recoiling from the truth
Sometimes I could weep
when I see through clear glasses
what a state the world is in
Bloody solipsists
Telling me whats good, whats not
Feeling better already
prime numbers warp
micropoetic mindsets
fives and sevens rule
put yourself in an empty room
fill it with algorithms
now tell me how you feel
is it all alone?
as I write tim is
re-entering mother earth’s
outer atmospheres
wave a nice hello
Wes Montgomery
brings out the lounge lizard in me
it is late summer
overlooking Miami beach
thunderbirds crawl curbs
cruising palm lined palisades
we prefer Kent to Winston
all the colour footage lost
its integrity
over exposure they reckoned
just these few black & white negs
to recapture the smell of hope
we knew it could not last long
deep down in our heart of hearts
just glad this survived
spring one hundred years ago
made shrapnel of my ancestors
spring back in 1916
saw the shilling and the shipyard
unite to feed the war machine
with rivet and spleen
shredding little worlds
scattering bleak confetti
unleashing beasts whose
brutal children still bleed
the world dry of good.
Dog keen to bursting
Movement yields results
Night gives way to day
Outside it is unraining non stop.
Grabbed about five for Lethe.
Dreams go west with light.
Stop reading everything straight
away with a view to a kill;
always at fives & sevens.
There are other numbers.
juSt aftEr yoU thOught
It cOuld not Get ugLier
iT Ot uGlier
…
€nD of bLoGGin’
lOsT hat ovuM feElin’
& (K)nOw it’S goNe, gonG
G On g On gOn-GonE
…Paranoid Android, Foo Fighters,
Karl Marx & Loop News –
What did you dream of?
Media blackout for three hours –
death pronounced at one-fifty:
death announced at five-fifteen
Quite a little woman Jo Cox
Pick on someone your own size
Open the curtains tv flickers
optical illusion on shrubs
dawn chorus stops to nourish
two more motherless children
Another four in
the morning get up & grope
about for my face
lost before society
to rampaging pacoderms
during mama’s confinement
~
man elephant man
elephant ma elephant
me elephant ma
the weight of my head kills me
sleep propped up or snap your neck
13:18…
since wHen
Dark begot Light·
Two hours liQuid Night-
Ate/ four rolls –
brown nice chewy
white yuck chewy·
Went out
& guess
What·
????
It raIned·
…came In
agaIn…
ummM·
Grimbeau 