Message to Roxanna
Up
for apparent reason
undisclosed.
Harangued
power firm larcenists
with deft wit.
Bathed in bags of lavender oats.
Too much, too much
insouciance.
Satraps gather
at the Gate of Gosh
grovelling for a living
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Postcard
January 6, 2015
Three Wise Guys
Epiphany mistook for Advent!
This tells a tale or ten…
Lost is Yulespace, got mashed, and crashed to earth.
Splat!
The last day of Xmas.
Today the alchemists bearing the yearly cold, lack of sense and mirth
pitch up, begging favours, selling usury. Usual cobblers;
Wealth, divinity, and death – too late lads, I will say,
Got that on Black Friday mugging happy shoppers
(bagged a drone charger and a ten foot serene flatscreen)
No, today its back to bollocks with a bang
Like all good things,
so must bad things
End.
Bring it on, Xenophon!
December 24, 2014
Metempsychosis
The temptation to waffle about memories is maple syrup,
something about marked cards, that sort of gooey stuff.
& The very thought of getting into that is just plain
toxic.
Not that I am denying it,
you understand
I just don’t want
to go through all of that.
here and now is where it’s never at.
So, here it is.
Plaintive baroque trumpet sighs
Fanfare, mazurka, and microwave tympani.
Brief running tap crescendo. Mug clunk, bottle top slide.
Faraway, out of sight, a libation is incubating.
The soft clock needs a pacemaker.
Something black is scraped.
A dog crunches twiglets.
the spray distorted blowing of a nose.
A strong clunk of mug.
An awakening.
Something ominous issues from the brass section.
The clock temporarily revives.
An unclear, disembodied voice rings
& reads out an address and claims
that now we have Tchaikovsky for company…
Coughs from above.
An ailing whaling gull?
Creation elation eschews
a humming loo,
Five short bursts enough
precision bombing.
Second wave,
chalk comes up.
The ball was in, man!
December 24, 2014
let there be…
light at eight today
just up after tunnelling
a pleasant surprise
waiting there when I emerged
covered in gold dust
December 24, 2014
Retail
Dreamt of Old Gem and his ladies
(one dead, one crazy, one mad)
What an ugly mess!
All love is
unfinished
business
Unlike shopping
a complete, unique transaction
December 23, 2014
Dudlines
Dobedobedo…monster of deception,
keeper of the tricks, yield to my oeuvre.
Eggs and interruption beckon,
Douched ruched taffeta kneepads;
the end is listless, granite dust dry sponges,
hard as cold toast, brieze block lites whey
like cranberries in wensleydale – yuk!
Auto-dramaturgy allergy attack.
DNP (for it is):
Quickly! The screeds are coming for dinner!
December 23, 2014
Tickling
Sati’s factory plinks
sparse pink notes
primrosing purple pathos
like chemise driftwoods.
December 22, 2014
Close Call
Lofty Perch
plummeted
to earth and
got lucky
by missing
December 22, 2014
Bother!
Missed that bit,
now lost my thread correcting it – blithe spirit indeed!
Blind panic panda at the door popped in for bamboo shoots and leaves.
Then
back to Ma Jong and the tiling mosaic that
I am trying to sort in my spare time.
Gobsin calls with silly boy tales, same every year.
Not in the mood for Drood just now
and
should be showered, instead I have a luminescent crimson bear become,
wrapped up for the incoming and the outgoing.
Waiting calmly, apprehendlessly.
Quick brown lazy jump over sly fox.
Needing a feeding
December 22, 2014
Santa Clues
To meet
face to face
my face and me
to gaze agog
on a sea of me.
A sea
of sudden time
surrounds, breaches,
fills my head from source:
one bright blithe crystal
on the russet titanium floor,
caught in a chance manner,
a blip,
a pulse,
the fading morning bonnet fleets.
Gone as quick as it came,
we chanced a profound sorrow to part
and were gone.
