‘What you want’s is a kick shit
editor!’
Said Sal
‘What you needs is
A cretinous creditor!’
Sal said as
I listened in silence
‘Love me Daddy, do’
Life’s full of compromises.
We smiled.
Derailed Sunday lunch on
Whacko Acapulco juice
Cinnamon sticks
Glum multitudes
Nosey aunties
Hoe are tings on googanbarra?
Hello! Nice to meet me
You too…over and over again
In short, I’m starving
Wrecked & Lazy…
Then
(as god is my judge)
Derelict Cucumberpatch
Appeared in a silver
Killer suit
How could one not swoon?
Tilly asked with oblique reference:
‘Was Ralph Richardson
As thin as that once?’Drunk
sand like time
slipped
through my fingers
tumbling
down chiffon
fifteen golden grains
resting on my
infant toes
Sausage, bacon, tomato in a brown bap.
Crucial glider crisis talks underway –
quite a tussle by the sound of it.
Day gone shady grey,
all hangs dangling in the balance.
How to plump?
Pros outweigh cons
and vice versa.
Alternatives to impasse:
half measures, no measures, more measures.
Thorny problem, telling points on both sides.
Sweep floor: time out, pause for thought,
check for rain, wait for a sign, a determinant…
indigestion breeds procrastination
Grabbed another hour
Picking flowers on the quilt
Listening to religion
Exhaling orthodoxies
Inhaling pungent incense
Stale carcinogenic guff
The scene of the grime
Near a rock in a soft place
Called no fixed abode
Chipped enamel
Hairline fractures battered glaze
Otherwise escaped unscathed
Got off lightly close run thing
Hurricane Typhoo subsides
Tropical tempest
Blows itself away
More free coffee
Monsieur Grimbeau?
You are only too kind!
No, I am not
Good! Good! Good!
Just a faceful, then…
A much underlooked
Fatuous wordsmith exits sloped
Mutters muttered on
You!
Yea yooo…
over here…
Now fuzz face
Stop giggling liquid wishes
Feel the spotlight
touch you brushes!
Shrink, in spotlight shrink
that’s better at last
Cower, shrivel, snivel
paint my smile, bitch
Ned occurs sporting
fish gourds.
Slinging hush,
wordbads too uggo
to stink out odious air,
being made
as I am of late
made over
anew of dun nomadic clingfilm,
with years odd spent
purging defiant biscuit wrappers,
one finds oneselves bleating
like a severed limb.
*
Lampadadampasanda.!
So the howl goes up.
Declination brooks invitation?
I scamper for the cringes.
Noises of adjustments echo…
A declaration will follow at
some given point heretoforwards
After the huge build up
(Some ten hours in all)
I ventured outside
Through the back door
Down the freshly brushed ramp
Gravitating with gravy
Pot of cider (and gauche black straw)
In one twisted paw
And a roll-up burning
In the spare one left
*
The hopes of relaxation
cheered by summer breeze
Seemed attainable.
Perhaps a propitious pick!
For once
*
Neighbours play with smaller neighbours
A three-legged werewolf lumbers nimbly
The roll-up is still going strong
Flimsy on the robust air
Which carries martial voices
‘Yes, James that’s the right way
Good man, fine fellow’
After all it is some years now
Since the voice pronounce approval
It was high time to do the rounds
*
Me? The clouds came over
So I came back in
To try and remember what happened
So,
it crosses my mind,
do they
Grimbeau 