Scary Monsters & Super Creeps…
Ashes!
England…
Hezwunde
Ashes!
Jasmin trees tend
To droop plantive flops
In these the dog days
Ashes!
Ashes!
England have just won
The Ashes!
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Postcards from Today
January 30, 2018
Back at Sea
Primrose promised me
evasion and avoidance
Get down to brass tax
after easter jamborees
lazy anniversaries
~
Father, son, and down the face
Pigsty disgrace ful
wish it away with fresh air
citrus freshener
~
That’s a bit better
focus on and gather up what was
and is to be done,
bundle them all up,
watch them fall into
ephemeral dystopias
~
gothic slab caked alabaster
slip slop slap on thick as pitch
regard the sporting complex
perusing motley queue of:
whats, whens, and how to do’s
~
put your best foot forward,
promptly fall face flat
relapsed catholic tastes stale
yellow river reds
run under beds of roses
beneath your contempt
bedding clothes smell suspect
~
Open up your eyes!
Use the can opener in
your plague ship head box
shore leave is over
set a course and go…
October 2, 2017
The Enigma Mode:
Self pitied Plumbers
do not find
themselves
Down
when your trousers
fall
the chips
are…
September 24, 2017
Sordid Moss Pots
Slipshod throwaway
Chewing gum sticks to soles
Performance inhibitor
Callous sabotage
Of what once was promising
Mobility cops the blame
Not incompetence
Completely lacking talent
Or application
Focussing on task before
Cart precedes the horse…
moan, loan,own epidemic
distracts captive audience
Compulsory fear & loathing
Turns the upside down
& the downside up
repugnant sticky fungus
September 8, 2017
Peach Coma (Irmageddon out of Here)
Pig driftwood luncheon
swoon come three circadian
thyme calypso champ
Long weekend in Dorset grove
short change is good as arrest
all work no play due to rain
mystery fellow traveller:
—have we met before she said
—one unforgettable once
I say I can’t remember
play it cool as fever pitch
that which I walk in shadow
of in sunless dreams—staggered
up and down the garden path
prodding wet red leaves stepping over puddles
witnessing real life
September 1, 2017
Algorithms
when he said to you
whomsoever you may be
feeling nothing much
staring into spaces
resembling going spare rooms
set aside for punishment &
broken suitcases
August 28, 2017
Making the Weather
Here we are at seven-thirty-what’s next my good Pistachio?
Darned if I know Twinkle Toes I feel an urge to casual Urdu
My! How great minds think alike moi an urge to croon Walloon
After a predatory silence a baby entered the selective consciousness
Dispassionately leaving leanings to lopsided ambition aside
A fissure formed which gobbled them up in an instant
A small puppy breezed in through tall idyllic windows
We giggle emptily in slow motion contemplating Dapper Dan
Oi Brother wherefore art thou Gargling Glass?
O how we gargled as if it were to be our last
‘Hear in Texas sure moist out in the rain
Cows gawp atop multipurpose media
When comes Esther Williams Brother
or is it all a pack of lies designed to stop
Hoola-hoopla Wendy Hop, Hey Bro!’
Grimbeau 