Under the weather
all is lullsomeness
exhausted heaped swooners
warmly coil in oily gloop
Feather stone fins
Goose marble turpitudes
Woozy plump rain plops
Sleepless sweat wet sky
Rumbles crumble eastishly
Bamboo tropical languor
Erupts through cracked porch
Elevating the ustalant
Slumberer to greater heights
defensive & hostile
never listening to your
parental commands
Last night
a golden orb
in midnight indigo
lit doggo beach ball
candle splash automatic.
Start! Jump frenzy. Up!
Just a skylark in the dark
A shadow grounded
In belief and dreams drowned
Peer group laughing
definat bogus
Empires of deceit
*
Shirtless in Tazar
they galumphed
eatraordinary warmth
Melted in sad succour
Marshmallows on toaststed souls
gazed on panoplies of zonk
Breathless sanguine
gross turpitudes
The factory lost its allure,
its je ne se quois.
The people were much the same,
just a few keen new strivers
optimistic about their chances,
but that was okay by me.
No, the magic had gone.
Life’s like that
from time to time
She tried so very
very hard to die
to die so hard
she died
Semi Remy
Demi-satisfied
Above in mucky plywood fascia
house martins twerp replete with breakfast grubs.
The radio bleats about passionate endeavour
provided by an engineering degree,
flamingo dreams of radiant love trysts
kissing seasalt eternity ominously
poised on the bow of the Titanic.
A special happy prospect.
Fate is in your hands
A qualified mechanic
Midday!
Phew, that was close run race.
Nearly did something worthwhile
Till I came to my senses.
Let me tell you straight
The terror was tangible, tangerine, terrible.
Now it is over I can
return to Furplefarple Land
rest easy better in my bed
than this red sweater does
but cobalt and magenta
are in the wash
and so is
a frozen chicken
…like a sub without an urb
A town without a centre
A blurb without a verb
A daughter called Placenta
An anthem to mundanity
Where chickens dance like mascots
And fuck their best mate’s bird
Rent out time shares in Damascus
Own a cat that’s never purred…
Eternal prisoners
Far wandering souls
Glowing phosphor essences
Cheap tricks of the light
Shadows of evening
Ever receding
Memories of you
Still farting around
unsettled, fidgety,
detached, remote?
Then go take Dump!
Tick the Box!
Sign out!
*
Hazy murk soon spreads,
dampens the daylight,
giant hogweed encroach
harbouring malicious intent
*
You to blister, to paralyse,
to analyse stragglers,
scantily clad day-trippers,
pale gormless nudists,
innocent blithe minors,
demented wayward majors.
*
Normality is resumed at last.
The regular service
The bland repast.
A strict diet of worms and woodlice.
The occasional festive
peppering of capers.
Stuffed Olives if you’re lucky.
*
So, go Squawk
Scrabble and squabble
for scraps cooped up in your hovel.
Grovel for a drop to drink
acknowledging your unworthiness
with ingratitude and contempt.
Grimbeau 