Grimbeau

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Baked Park

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Now time trudges wet
Sandshoe shuffle shod in sloppy seconds—
snide red caps doffed hide furtive grins
Faces crescent—shaped venally daft
Trying to zone in, get a grip, any grip,
be rid of this, this, this…
profane, pernicious accidie.
~
Dai the Morf & Wily Dan confer
to hatch a slick masterplan
to swamp the market in eiderdown
or farm mink in Chipping Norton
or timewatch daily brexit as life goes on
a walk in the baked park
—so many murders these day you dont
know where to step first?

Apricockerollie

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A funny thing happened the other day, but I missed it.
Troy fell again

it appears
It barely got a mention
With all that was going on
Round here
What with the weather changing

The permanent fishy smell
The limping gormless misfit
~

As a ballerina in transition
from one side to other there is one question
I get asked above all others
And that is
‘Have you met with much resistance?

I can say hand on heart
‘Little’ without fearful contradiction
But I care not a jot in my summer frock
Running amok
fetching Apricock

In the Dark: Barefoot

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Those feet are not mine

Not my feet for sure

 

Are they your feet?

Yours sincerely’s

 

Or someone else’s

hand me downs

Cyclopticon

Forge me fresh iron gloves conceal dainty awesome hands
dwell snide outside of town & gown
& horsey country mind settees,
our ward young Toby thrived with Chinese knives instead.
Secret Agent one day; Detectorist the next—both found dead
Then came big break evil Asian confectioner caught
stark bollock naked without socks
onstage in a theatre that never shut—
St Simeon’s inrage thus inspires high hopes
in hapless giant hogweeds eaves
Sleep up high on the motley jonquil hog agenda —
lost generation chess records
put XTC to the plough & harrow—
take cream cakes & comfrey gourd
nuncle carbuncle cure all—
go to the foot of your stoney stairwells—Look up!

And see Boss Bhagwan Ayatollah Lip Gloss spreading such admirable disgust
We must see him rocking now in tiresome indifferent light—
post war on boredom trilogy
where an invisible man sees the disappeared
hobbling bent reflection in the right wing mirror of a runaway truck
and
like spotless old leopards
hid in mustard cress
fails to impress
—only yesterday’s child waved back it is said
before restive time dragged it away like a hassled mother
to the nursery aware that unanswered waves savage the tardy—
try hard to get over it with short enticing books
timer set to last one hour including adverts
or
shorter still fifty minute therapy
—books where the work happens in the outrageous transfer fee—
pre-defenistration Guy looks more beat than hippy sheik—
Cannes film festival held on ice, next time water
down the rusty Rhine if the goblin cats allow unlucky days
old shapes reform as cuticles
ascension day bereavement—myths of evening airspace—until the next time should we be spared this broken nail—stagflation or stagnation
know your limits! Six years old am I naked on a hillside cloud watching on my back a man approached with a cough I grabbed my duds and snook away sharpish

Orange

Slice up blood orange

groovy silver drainer top

provides an awkward abattoir

sacrificial altar piece

makeshift place to

 

unwield rustic

ludic rusty knife

to serrate

to appease desire

jag mutilate Seville

in garish tattered gumshield

quartered segments

skin & pith intact

 

snaffled up cutish juice flesh

tense borne by bent paw

over chasmic chasm sinkwell

 

The surefoot chariot passes over

Imperious, regal, sublime

galumphing Phoebe sated

licks syrupy lips, sighs & leaves

 

above vile understuffs

Three Men & a Goat

Ophelia melts crushed ice
just as passions rise
reach levels acceptable for mid-July
well before calendars ruled the earth—
pregnant burden rowdy satyr
—pitta patter of cloven hoof bubbling in the cauldron pot—
rapture fakes tradition
like salmon mimic
rudeboys chewing anthracite

Winsome day stares back in pearl,
lysine satyrs rake hay
before smoothies crushed yellow fibrous thing smacks
up velvet ice age, commit starfruit
guilt on hyacinth, hubris
—deliver us from antiseptic chores, come five it should be done
and dusted save the mighty
fallen rune stones these
that sully my fresh chemise?

The permanence of it!
outrage conceals mendacious logics.
Watch dust settle fast like loopy gifs.
I picked up pretending
I was stoical like tapioca blinds
— how strange thoughts of red meat, fish and fratricide are when putting out the compost

Rinsing dishes salves scene four,
just bear in mind damp
tea towels conspire like mathematicians
in pleasingly random numbers, that’s when
the claxon insists
on sacrificial offerings
— three day old goat’s milk sorbet and bluebell sponge
Not really much to add

As to whats been said, said Dr Watt
sniffing digits for giveaways
·Best go play it doggo a few days old chap say forever bury deep·
More like advice to self methinks
sobbing prone alone
violate throbbing ringpiece
shorts round ankles
let it end…

Act one required!!!—
long slow drip condenses:
shower spray gas oven clock
Standing hors d’oeuvres of the day—
First crank up your fruit machine ·
contact · contact chocks away!
Thinking it over gas oven…umm—
cold shower queasy option
worlds warm up after lunch
pure stale air & nectarines…
all to save a few bob·
thus make life palatable
my pleasure all mine at once·
servile oven servant—
in full mess off time but must
(p r o k r a s t I n a t e)—
what comes of no what-what?
Favoured hairdo bee hive·
fink hard about it…Umm
many moving parts in doing·
mount or surmount table
(fuck me a talking keyboard)
here come some trusty hounds
ripping bread to shreds

orange houses sleep just sleep

 

 

Offspring Hatstand

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What will Monday bring?
Screaming abdabs in my pants

 

Tinkerbell was furious
Cursed her lucky star & turned over to seethe
‘We are sorry to hear
of your miserable existence
and insist you contact a higher authority—
Yours Faithfully, Walt’

Talk to Mickey Mouse himself,
Up close and personal
There might be something doing
Perhaps a letter, a formal request
To talk it over, chew the cud
About the good old days

Before animation came to a sticky one
Stole away our childhood anarchy
privatised collective conchshellnes
Personified Vietnam a glitch
Seen Through GI Gilmore’s peepers
In the Jungle Book of Life

Apocalypse Now & again builds zilch!
Was justice a matter of time
After masque pastiche, rehash
Hanging out dirty washing
Computer generated egos
Optical soma catatonics

 

bLack Monday sods all
comers peering through the murk
waiting ante post—
traumatic stress disorder decides
on own chosen course
indigence proceeds apace
regular beatings infrequent due to staff deficiencies·
still there’s always clear and present danger to fall back on
when all else has failed·
industrial action once promised never threatens

 

Theogony

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donned wrong slippers two lefts no right (man cannot compete with the gods) shines not the light of openness, hark the herald angels sigh

open the box of trad vibrations lost the lid in the mad rush, the crush of expectation, paradigms hide agendas under pretty paper

tribal elders sip cold beers and reminisce about the circumstances that nurtured the hair brained to utter in the first place

continue reverse shift key from bad to sad greeks bearing gifts of twinkly stars every time we said good bye until the last

perversely mixed with liguini fritters & hidden malice the garotting takes on a new light glory to the new born thing

Tom Fool’s Blues

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

poet

Who put the clocks out?

eight minutes to four

undersleeping is lethal

April foolishness

or was it Blue Leicester cheese

or Port Talbot Steelworks

Back to bed with you!

~

summoned by canine smells

green poetics

Which is it to be today

Pranksta or Gangsta?

Always read between the lines

~

unlike You the truth

is never plain nor simple

You know who you are

capitalism eats itself

corrupted algorithm

no one takes the rap

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