Monkshood!
warm rainfall in the liturgical woods:
plump homely droplets
out of old potatoes
–olive galoshes
how strong the hay smells
turn me into your shadow
progress is glacial slow
–love every second
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Wireless
February 16, 2021
February 16, 2021
Guff Awe
beast ill
maya
king sighs
February 16, 2021
Plague Whale
Lost half the month already
to seasonable sloth and extreme frost,
torse spores shimmer in moonlight
two cats watch blackbirds re enacts a dogfight
Over the Solent
a robin watches on from the cankered sill
of a cedarwood pergola
The battle for britain is back to stay
with the plague world looming
how many more times can i respond?
Going the last inch at the drop of a hat
Dog tired at eight-thirty hurts
February 15, 2021
Plague Cell
Cracked pot next upset chair—
Out of upstairs window stare
Must have been a storm out there
A wind blew
A telling gust
And Nine Red leaves stand out
flamboyant in a cruel spring glare
The Spectacle has,
indeed,
an emotional attraction of its own,
but,
of all the parts,
it is the least artistic,
and connected least with the art of poetry.
For the power of Tragedy,
we may be sure,
is felt even apart from representation and actors.
Besides,
the production of spectacular effects
depends more on the art of the stage machinist
than on that of the poet.
January 27, 2021
Twonk of the Day
Sat inside the morning moonlight
Digesting —
yogurt honey banana grape granola
Confounded Bristol stools chart
There is a trap set down memory lane
Especially designed for rogue elephants
Inclined to silly pop songs
January 26, 2021
Threadbare
1
Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed
cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,
coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux
of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,
sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,
the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now
Withered
2
The once sure folk have fled, melted and mutated,
The meek ones headed for the hills, they crouch
and mooch grumpy, sucking stale breadsticks
in their holes, the old caves and calcified barrows.
The diehards fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –
smouldering stockyard bone stooks stand pyrrhic
Edifice
3
With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,
Ever abhorrent of void it convenes
Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,
Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle
a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:
You are only as good as your last, worsted
Algorythm
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January 23, 2021
Subcutaneous Junk #2
A redundant giant slumped silently on a porcelain escarpment washed by all weathers
Hesitated and slipped under the turbid foam. A mission bell tolled, candles were lit and praise was lavished on the magnificent shit.
“We may never see the like again,’’ claimed a source unknown to number ten.
January 23, 2021
Respiration
A long time ago
I went on a journey,
Right to the corner
Of the Eastern Ocean.
The road there
Was long and winding,
And stormy waves
Barred my path.
What made me
Go this way?
Hunger drove me
Into the World.
I tried hard
To fill my belly:
even a little seemed a lot.
But this was clearly
A bad bargain,
So I went home
And lived in idleness.
January 15, 2021
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.’
January 7, 2021
Swinish Multitudes Arise!
Let us pause for smoke and prayer…
Teeming sardines in the Arab Sea
A billion starlings over the Fens
Sensing food and predator.
Poor old religion gets another lambast
Courtesy of these withered digits
Hens in the back are revealed as angels,
a blackbird coyly juggles rats
Louche, pleasant, twisted opiate dreams.
The bayou shoulders slow magnolia
Grits for slow, big, muddy river that quivers
Magnificent regardful like a python
Weighing up the yearly weenie
…in the Jacuzzi of good and evil
Grimbeau 