Grimbeau

cruel futility of effort

melancholy’s phantom

time to take a break

~

Cue

zither music

tiny disappearing dots

Swiss cuckoo clocks

effluent societies

lone riders of Santé Fe

~

Old

bog road to Mandalay.

dreamt of coming back to life

back from Drood mundanity

deadlines lost horizons

rainy days and ghost

days squirm and wriggle

take the easier option

put in the long wee small hours

making books and pomes

~

The

chair is on a journey.

You are only taking a ride.

Is this place here new

Or queerly fictive dreaming?

Where’s the dialogue

The chitter-chatter

The nitter-natter

The ranter- banter

The toing and the froing.

The ebb and the flow?

~

I

see a sea bird

on a seaside shore

black gull or dodo

stone faced pelican

stood still synoptic

sinister profile

unblinking

binocular.

~

White

and blue grey clay.

the beach is low long light sand.

I am in the sea.

the water is warm lukewarm.

lapping idly on the shore.

makes me do discrete

clandestine wee-wees.

~

Feel

that inward glow.

Knowing you’re naughty.

Pissing in the bath.

Yellow water billows gush

swell churn flourishment

spreads out fades to fog