Noema
Merleau-Ponty
& Charlotte Bronte
Went out for a meal
He hazarded the haggis
She indicated veal
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
January 23, 2015
Dotty
Do you, like I, miss Phyllis Diller
And all the other
little Dillers.
Arthur & Henry
To name
But
Two
&
Their father
Windy
Of course
No, Diller, dear – Diller!
I’m sorry to be the one to tell you
Dear, but she’s passed.
January 22, 2015
Homespun Truths
you can’t crack
an omelet
without
breaking eggs.
&
you can’t pin
a femur
without
broken legs
January 22, 2015
Ear Blaze
…something moved me
stopped me in my steps
left me here
teetering
Prone as
a Wallander
on a curved
barbed wire
January 22, 2015
Cookie Monster
Wolf Hall calls me:
‘Hi, howl are you?’
‘Ravenous –
You?’
January 22, 2015
Innit?
Sleek
abysmal dancer witters on:
‘…got a Twitter, Andy tweeted. So,
I tweeted back. How we tittered.’
I looked out on the ragged garden:
taken a good winter battering, well
grazed by bold Sussex Hens
(the dog is indoors a lot of late).
My word mind lands on ‘Topiary’:
Sculpted hedgerow dinosaurs;
Gothic ramparts; all shapes phallic,
A racing car with driver, a duck,
Oh, and a family of elephants.
And nearly lost to reason I paused
And came to my senses.
The duties of the day press in:
Wake the dead, feed the head,
Clean up, sit up, sit down,
wash my feet, eat…
Tweet
January 21, 2015
Change is Hard
Orpheus hummed lullabies
to his underpants.
High time
for a change,
he surmised.
so
He got up
and walked out
through the wall.
Arcadia was a drag;
The Underworld sucked;
Olympus was passe
Pizzarea
That was it:
Four Seasons
all day special
weatherwise
January 21, 2015
seasaw
Eye saw sea stall undersea roar see-awe Caw-Craw unsure sea floor slip-slop flip-flop on the sea sore tip top gift shop on the sea store
January 21, 2015
Wystopia
Mauden – Nite Male Rubba Dub.
Heads up, there – A Riviera!
No Pushy-Pushing Now.
Duck the Punches! No pulling mind.
Here comes delight.
Da-da-da-dumdum.
Sing a Song of Songs sung Blue.
From Synapse to Prolapse:
A Curt History of Rapture.
Psychosyllables care of Dr. Egg;
tosh-tish-tosh;
plinketyppyplonk.
Bad reviews, bad previews –
Bumful of bad bananas for the drop.
Plop.
Hanging is ungood for the hangee.
Flash-flesh-flush.
Press & Whoosh: all dunned.
Mr. Turd says,
‘Now wish your wands!’
Now.
Go think yourself as water,
as liquid water under ice,
uninstilled.
Like this: churning, filling, spilling, welling,
willing, milling. Flossing.
Morris Flossing.
Big chews and tobacco spats.
A la mode: Discommode.
The Carps Barp.
January 21, 2015
Help!
Je suis Charlady
Swabbing the toilets
Wasting my life
Wading in detritus
Vom in the sink
Crap on the floor
Dry slime of sex
From the night before.
Treated like scum
Renting a slum
Grazing in Tesco
On a tin of Chum
Killing my time
Skinful of wine
‘Stop doing that
Or you’ll end up blind!’
Grimbeau 