When Snacks Attack…
Salt & vinegar
Savoury crisp morning air
Smokey bacon sky
Cheese and onion state of mind
Prawn cocktail optimism
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Postcard
December 11, 2015
Tardy as Milk
Not up to speed yet
Morning enters delicate
Stage left in sackcloth
Overwhelming need for socks
Permanent obliquity
Every breath taken
See a world without hiccups
Fittingly wintry
For the time of year
December 10, 2015
Eavesdroppings
Robinson & Gamp,
Umbrella names –
came
From works of fiction
Defoe & Dickens wrote them
Most respectively
Dear Mr Santa Claus
Stop shoving useless
Information in my headbox.
December 10, 2015
Mr & Mrs Sophocles
‘Will that do?’
‘No, it’s wrong’
‘Wrong?’
‘Yes, wrong.’
‘Who says gross moral turpitude is wrong?’
‘People…just people.’
‘Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that, would I?’
‘Suppose not.’
‘Suppose right.’
December 10, 2015
Stakeholders Gather
Arsenic & old lace
Did I say older?
I forget a lot these days
Onset Oldtimer’s
Mindless tedium
Your guess is as good as mine
Xylophones twinkle
Beautiful losers mutter
A man goes apeshit
Puts on a woolly thinking hat
Down to business
A murmur of life & debt
The meeting convenes…
December 9, 2015
Museum
lit jasmine joss stick
Debussy string quartet plays
adjust thermostat
open fan widows
wine dark dawn begets
clear blue canopy
wondering whether
to talk or not to talk to
fiends & creditors
December 8, 2015
Screwballs
We come of life
We want of death
We come of death
We want of life
~
We come of dark
We want of light
We come of light
We want of dark
~
We come of silence
We want of sound
We come of sound
We want of silence
~
We come of touch
We want of stone
We come of stone
We want of touch
~
We come of mind
We want of heart
We come from heart
We want of mind
~
We come of dumb
We want of deaf
We come of deaf
We want of dumb
~
We come of Ma
We want of Pa
We come of Pa
We want of Ma
~
We come of here
We want of there
We come of there
We want of here
~
December 8, 2015
Water, Water everywhere…
Poor night: flatulence
(cauliflower cheese, chicken
tikka masala,
two reds, wounded foot),
it’s that time of year,
house of gloom & despond.
Back in the saddle
of flim flam,
whim wham,
zin zan.
Change mood from sad to glad.
Grab some remedial rest,
pen a few missive,
No Danny, no cry.
Dreams came fast and curious,
contrary moods & settings,
instantly forgotten
due broken foot.
Tread carefully, Doorstopper.
Wet no rain no wet.
Lights out still in Lancaster
and its myrmidons.
Shite Christmas is guaranteed.
Nothing new there then.
December 4, 2015
Libertania
Oddly strangely strange
It could be spring but isn’t
Impulsive briar
November 26, 2015
Bingo!
Yes, why not indeed
Have a wee toddle,
a wibbly-wobble
down the mazy lane,
plunge bracken scrub,
scrump wild fruit groves,
traverse the waterfall,
crawl gasping up arid scree,
clasp hard the giant beanstalk,
peruse the pristine chili pot,
achieve the cavernous outhouse,
home to venerable shallots,
gargantuan sardonic rats,
cold war veterans,
the battered legless Chippendale,
and Billy Smart’s
unfoldable deckchairs
