Midday…
Morseless rain all morning,
Steady persistent, ruthless, insistent,
Yet sometimes relenting
snide off-pisser.
So…
We Diggers curse this argent,
quick drip liquid,
call it a gluttonous mire hawker
(and sometimes worse)
Then…
Plangent noon sun stops play.
An early lunch and cribbage
Approaches from the West.
As Buddha flies over the cuckoo’s nest.
A Vesta,
Red Swan Lucifer:
Sudden
Phiszfff!
Just like that..
Immolation.
Funferal fire.
Charcoal, butts,
And ashes
In a
Glass dish
Cum ashtray
Slow going, going slow, sigh blue, going round
Blow a bubble, paraffin and monocle, pursed lipstick lip
Bigger, jelly heavy bubble, floppy.
Heavy air: barometer finger low, rain and fruit
Plop!
On the rug, spectral petrol wobbles, see through puff-ball
Houses cypress frond
Watch, watch and…
Pop!
Blow another?
Laters
Lurking turd,
shower hour,
dough gone sour,
ate a bird,
lemon curd,
not a word
invisible man,
caravan,
Santayana,
eat you manna,
heaven sent,
penitentiary,
elementary,
speckled band,
Look! No hands,
shifting sands,
camel dung,
song is sung,
iron lung…
cheesecake,
winelake.
Let us pause for smoke and prayer…
Teeming sardines in the Arab Sea
A billion starlings over the Fens
Sensing food and predator.
Poor old religion gets another lambast
Courtesy of these withered digits
Hens in the back are revealed as angels,
a blackbird coyly juggles rats
Louche, pleasant, twisted opiate dreams.
The bayou shoulders slow magnolia
Grits for slow, big, muddy river that quivers
Magnificent regardful like a python
Weighing up the yearly weenie
…in the Jacuzzi of good and evil
Hungry bard.
Tub of lard.
Ate the Shard
& Gherkin.
PC Mod.
Lazy sod.
Missed him.
He was shirkin’.
Russian guy stabbed dead
When he said
That prose had
Superiority
Over poetry
Yesterday,
when time stopped
forever,
the dreamcloud
smiled knowing
that the sly
sun was out
with some chums
Let me glide
as a Frisbee
Glides
the wild, mauve
yonderness…
feeding on
the plankton
on the event
horizon:
a vacuum
sucker of warm
lux skin flakes.
Hovering
Indigo
firmament
Bleak expectations!
Ready yourself for the big surprise:
There is no spinach.
Liverpudlians go shopping on the wireless.
The light dims.
Cheer up!
It’s not the end of the world.
Says who?
Am I talking to me?
No, thank Gawd…
just the voices in my head.
We sit and wait and write.
What is there to do?
Exercise, sleep, leisure:
the high life, or what?
Grimbeau 