Cold Lenten Pancake
Up at five today
Soused pussy willows in font
Incinerated palms
Hollow fellows soft parade
Giving up contemplation
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
February 8, 2016
Morning becomes Electric
Cool moon and Venus,
thick tar bipolar cable
stands in for a horizon,
shutter your left eye
frame it all in one clean
elongated myopic square
careful to include
insignificant details-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile mildew gilded boughs,
beatified by sun,
bronzed as clean new gold.
(midwinter berries perish
in robust spring storms,
eaten by cold doves,
or down drains
flapping about
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the world).
February 8, 2016
Innogen erupts…
How many more Mondays
Vile lime towel idiot dance
Imogen pauses for breath
Totting up her twitter hits
Security in numbers
*
Orphans of the storm
Sixteen hundred in the rain
Shakespeare at the Globe
Posthumous celebration
Tender artless herione
Rampaging wreaking havoc
February 5, 2016
impertinence
nostrils alert to
sniffable rain on the breeze,
heed telltale droplets
weeping on open fan window,
overnight shower
easily deduced to tears:
all other alternatives
seem a bit too far-fetched:
water sprinklers in February,
titans caught short
on early morning rampage,
and that old chestnut,
jet aircraft toilets.
February 5, 2016
Pound Shop
Jimson plant querent
conceals Messerschmitt mindset
contorted looking glass…
of late promenading a huge
chunk of cool daytime
Quasimodo sitting room
seeks quiet fulfillment.
A washing machine foxtrots
churns clogs, dog fetches doormats.
The time is three twenty three.
World turned back to front.
top shelves are empty places –
Must go plunder
Pound Shop tundra
December 31, 2015
Sea
Sea I said
…
idly
pointing
over the point
that bit of
Sea
Yea sea so
Sea!
Yeah, yeah…
Please do not get het up,
Sounding like a Gatling Gun.
Quite naturally
I conjectures that i
Touched a raw nerve
December 31, 2015
Next One, Please!
Out of my brain at
Five fifteen
The dreaded words slide
Out:
‘Why not stick on the
Downton Abbey Finale?’
As soon
As they slipped from my mouth
A mighty echo
Expanded to explosion
And with a drawl portended
‘Surely, this Soap was
the
Soap
Of God’
End
Of Empire
December 31, 2015
if the cap fits…
fear not nobody
hone your bullshit detector
do your very worst
December 31, 2015
small print
yesterday’s ramblings lost
callous wanton sacrifice
push of a button
so in the blink of an eye
small print woeful whoopsies
slip inconspicuously
away among classifieds
hatches matches
dispatches
bought & sold
& lost & found
December 28, 2015
A View from the Fridge
Watch the ersatz light
Reflecting starboard
Honour bound to succour
Day becoming night
Faff with naff gadgets
Eschewing tuna mayo
Dreaming high seas calabrese
Grimbeau 