Break Out Day
Vibrant dawn dazzles
Pitch bone slate lamp nightdreamers
Eyeblink shadows flit
Earlybirds dart brisk alert
Incanted day arrives
Perfect golden light
Rakes tree leaf and bark
Hope springs all prisoners
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
June 20, 2015
Mother Worth
See her swinging
Her stark agenda
Brenda the Bonzai
Smoothing lamb
Whistling avocado dips
through Aubergine lips
Punk pastel smoke grey light
Gives cover to vultures
Stuffing pitta pockets
Full to bursting
With faberge nosegays
Others grab shawls for
Obscene daughters
But Brenda
Agenda bender
Mate of Zenda
Stands firm
Gives no truck
Not a tuppenny fuck
To the down by luck
The money lender
Runs begging to Brenda
June 18, 2015
Larkin’
They’ll bite your bum, the posh, the scum
& leave you blistered, black and brown
seeking out asylum
*
killing smiles say voodoo child, say wait a while
redacting files the crocodile smiles
mumbling quick ‘I’m sorries’
*
to what? to whom? the empty cell
the vacant room, closer to the tomb than womb
gazing at the morning
June 16, 2015
Dodo
Enough is enough
Sad facts are to be faced up
Like stained cracked mirrors
as when sun subsides
or when
all days are none
April 21, 2015
To John Coyote ( whomsoveveryoumaybe)
love once blessed you
it once blessed those you met you
where is next to go?
the filtered wind wind
of desire of love
cavernous genorosities
plenitutinous
claptrap
or
thanks
April 20, 2015
Oodle
seasonal despair
annihilation is dead
hope springs diurnal
April 19, 2015
The Ashes
The woman at the next table
passed me the ashtray
with a kind and understanding smile.
I poured myself in with gusto.
I do not care for the one
with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.
April 19, 2015
Thesaurusitis
Bribed my memory
To serve me well for a while
Let’s see what happens
April 19, 2015
The Swim
Refugee bodies
Respectively estimated
Around two hundred
Mass exodus proportions
Rio de Janeiro fishes
Ahead in the polls
Twenty sixteen Olympics
Might be a stinker
Climate change to blame
Too many fish in the sea
Like men
Most worth throwing back
World in terrible chassis
April 19, 2015
The Quandary
Is there fur will, yes or no?
a bald dog hollered.
Finger shows telling
ghoulish tales of reading
after dark descends
the staircase bearing scissors:
The Barber of Free Will
Grimbeau 