Rasher Baps
droll nodes
brood
rude
colours:
pastel dragons
come from
melted crayon
puddles
sizzling bacon
takes the air,
makes it purr
like a pillow
we swallow
eating
our words
like gruel
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
August 30, 2014
Restful Laters
Stiffening breeze, yew spangle,
Forsythia: magic citrus mirror
Makes sharp shrift
misty sun smiles
like an aged, kind,
two-faced familiar,
clearly warming to its task, aware:
Not long before this hemisphere
is done with for another year.
August 29, 2014
Clacton Calling
Sur le Plage, de l’Or
Under
the beach
Hidden
Gold
‘O’er them dunes,
Cap’n Mudd!’
Says Mrs Hands.
‘…just go left at the war mines,
right at the shipwreck,
and,
Bob’s yer Uncle
It’s just there
opposite Aldi.’
…
Put on, or should it be, donned
John’s bonce on the hob.
Brain versus brawn
is a no-brainer.
Meanwhile…
after a lean while
Herod buys bonking time,
hides it in his Wish Urn
The sheer, brazen
Barbaric
Sauce of the fellow!
‘Chopsy prophet.
Salome’s mum
was a right one
too…’
…
Folkestone Ferry
grounded
On Golden Beach.
Lemmings swarm
Ferreting about.
Dredgers look on.
Dormant
In easy, idle, calm.
…
Just waiting
for the
Ebb to Flow
Uphill
August 28, 2014
Not A Verse
This is
not
a poem
So do
not
worry
Or
read it
Instead,
Tear it up
Burn it
And
Eat more
Eggs
August 28, 2014
Hobby Horse
Head: Hitting midday again,
Drugless and fagless,
my knees unmet. Took a fizzy codeine
about an hour ago and went
back to my bed: Head.
Tuned into
Janacek: Grosz salon folk dances,
berserkers in tuxedos,
dead eyed vamps: Head
Jazz age Thedas, crawling
Astaire way to Paradise,
Fatty Bugattis,
fat butcher’s chops,
Cops in yachts,
lindy bops, listless sops:
Head.
August 28, 2014
Alimentary, My Dear Emotion
Halfway out
mauve porch
some sun decides
to join the party
bins are emptied
rain wet ramp,
hick brick Ha-ha
under tree detritus.
Here
Jackson Pollack
Frolicked once.
In the dry, damp dust,
scattered with cinnamon twigs,
silver Simeon stones,
and missionary weeds,
A mandrake sighs.
August 27, 2014
Puke Bag
Midday
Wafer thin ham, poached eggs,
& toast on the way.
The beeps, the beeps, the beeps…
it is afternoon!
Took a stroll around, saw what gives.
Shoulder pain.
Baked pseuds and garrottes
Accompany
The shrews for luncheon.
PC Plod enjoys his truncheon,
wielding it without compunction,
except of course in Rotherham
where no bugger gives a damn
about reports of
babes and sucklings
You fuck them up
We fuck them off,
Quite puts me off
The Strogonoff
August 27, 2014
Jomblies
Sloth, Banjo, and his wife,
Susannah
Had a nice time in Havana
Six flagons of gin,
made a right din –
came back without
their Pyjama
August 26, 2014
Arid Shrimp
Rolling slow
Tender toed
A lukewarm
Gecko prances
How heat chipped
Basalt pricks
All I want
is shade
All I need
is sun.
here comes a
fire hydrant
worth avoiding.
It rolls past
Haplessly
Can’t sea me.
August 26, 2014
Licking Stone Cell
We require your desire,
drag your carcass
from the mire.
To get drier, light a fire,
hang up your dripping socks.
Paul de Koch mocks your lot
A little birdie told me.
Flew into a Jealous rage,
At Jimmy Page,
the topmost
riff in rock.
Grimbeau 