True meant empathy
leaves me quick warm disarmed
resuscitated…
*
Rinsed the duds and ate the eggs,
leaving Saigon was wild.
Writing is difficult.
ζ
Is that sun or
am I dreaming?
Ought to shave
Free up the dishes.
Oughts…
*
Midday hay
Fade away
Cried the day
Sad
Child screams
Dog barks
Dull double
Thunk
Every day
Boiled eggs, please Comrade!
Some of that nice bread, perhaps
a slither of Black Forest Ham?
Oh…and a coffee.
Milk? Just a sprinkle.
Sugar? Just a slice.
rainy day bin men
removing green detritus
leaving plastic crates
When you think you have
Had enough give out
Give out, give out
Give up
Open your book and look
At that cringeful
Self- indulgent
Crap!
Yes that is the truth
Your poetry
Commemorates
Tat
Unwell comes, visits
Experiencing heart failure
I feel nothing but disdain
Compassion absent
Try at least to make an effort
A semblance of concern
Automatic niceties
Is anyone for menace?
Unshaven, filthy heap,
Condescends to wake
moping like a slum,
anticipating the worst.
A pained animal wails
Comatose in the garden.
More cloud and damp certified
*
Bacon butties, washing, sweep floor,
then…yes! There’s the rub.
Yesterday’s exchanges were ominous,
dictat is not assertion.
No plan, just command.
Move me bed upstairs!
Trouble is brewing…
*
Ten china doves in gloves
Scattered shattered crowd the path…
Showered, swept, washed, cooked,
consumed, answered the phone,
all alone for another day,
masquerading competence,
kidding no one but myself
*
One man play for the F-Bomb…
ludic, fractious notion.
Fish & chips made from
leftover garden spuds?
And why the hell not?
When forensic finally
Turn up the flies are long gone
evening survives
fractious discommodius
brash plans expounded
ad ultra nausea
bored brow beaten silent
salvage cold drab remnants
glum scrumptious luncheon
weeping olive oil
A Gambuccini:
means false swarmy wanker
in my new language
the vacuous new yorker
false as seddaka
wastes everyone’s time
serving up baloney
to the dying masses
of old grey’s whistles
that no-one ever
gave a shit about
above the above
You alone head zone reveals
Red river valley instead
Blue mountain harbour
Also sprach zarathustra
Cobbler and salmon devour
lolling on smokey grey sill
Morning Greek gifts despoiled
Is business usual?
not on your nelly…
Grimbeau 