Grown Up Stressed Bards
Frantic endeavour
Copious buddy of work
Escalates apace
Paper smokes trail pens
Million words a minute
Copulation explosions
Consenting adults freeform
Open ended sentences
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
October 25, 2015
Burning Time
Amber russet orange red
Rowan burning bronzed pure gold
Hope glows eternal
Ancient political networks
Fuel everlasting bonfires
rebellious groundswells
Bluster mocks lustre
Earth burns hard ore core
~
Burnished furnaces blossom
Forth molten volcanic biles
Carbonised cadavers caught
Out inside grim treasuries
Consumed in seething lava
Heading hillward in mansion
Taxis are soon consumed
In overwhelming flames
October 24, 2015
Communitatas Times
Antebellum
cerebellum
war winds blow
storm clouds gather
bidding no one no good for
crafty watchers
sporting adaptable sussed
liminal subjects
venal sentinels.
October 24, 2015
Atomis
Contrary opinion
urges surgeons disembark
the good ship selfie
& comprehend I & I
made of space uncuttable
October 24, 2015
Mirror, Mirror…Where’s the Wall?
Yes, you spotted it.
Saturday morning once again.
Bumptious wireless nattering.
Time is a smartphone lost in the wash.
Turn back the clock an era.
Pete Conrad is goofing on the moon.
Retreat into dreams.
Vacate white screaming rooms.
Hide keys to secrets
in fast forgotten crannies.
Robbing the rich is a crime.
Robbing the poor’s Capital.
Get that coffee down you, pal.
You need it more than you know.
October 23, 2015
Mod Cons
Elliptic cryptic triptych
Larder of Turkish Delights
Erroneous Bosch
Chemical cosh created
For dosh crazed Eternity
Polemical cant
Canonical rant
Never behave as your told
Act your shoe size not your age
October 23, 2015
Dry as Water
When our hero Joe Gobi
Got wind of what happened
He hit the tin roof
‘A travesty…that’s what it is’
Silence loud as no cicadas
Echoed round the caravanette
We had no stomach for the sea
Night was falling anyway
It was back to the pueblo
For anchovies al fresco
October 23, 2015
Land without Bread
Tea tree pungency
Midday twenty three.
Kilbride’s secret went
to the grave with him
everso tiny
peanut butter sandwiches
stitched into his stomach lining
there were no flies on Kilbride
just wasps and hornets
Pretty common for late August
In Andalucía
October 22, 2015
A Jakes Progress
Father lampshade,
Mother rug,
go gliding upstairs
through dreek formless fug,
real time is taking shape.
~
Thus can Moby Grapeseed dwell
in grotty motley,
spangled alcazar;
nasalizing hypnotic
verse into a well-travelled
voice recorder on the jakes
for acoustic, hygienic
and ambient purposes.
~
Here he will be found by a
stranger with an
axe and smartphone,
who will flush out thoroughly,
do his duty and wash his hands
October 22, 2015
passing shipping…
…sailing littoral lagoons
isthmus archipelagos
seasides of tranquility
peace pours soft kisses on
atlantics city shapes
slowly watching conveyors
silhouetted by the moon
Grimbeau 