Kerosene Canopies
Napalm funburst sunset, oilslick bitter tears
Give way to pork smells, rumbaba, cockatoos
Squawk, rustles of last gasp, reeling tigers,
plangent oozing, floating, clades and phylums
make touching, silken, floating islands.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
December 5, 2013
The Gnus
Wind has gotten up,
must have overslept.
On the coals up north all night if you ask me:
stopping trains;
leaving bad leaves on the lines,
causing hazards,
hazards strewing huge bleak,
Elkless causeways.
Whistling down closes, windswept
cloisters, alleys and avenues,
soft, flyblown parades and promenades.
The North and the people are tough, soft things.
They can take it, like cockneys in the Blitz
or Peter Sarstedt in empty Biarritz.
December 5, 2013
Wash & Woe
Long plunge for bad hands;
flannel jowl and fronds;
Swift wash of forearms,
elbows, knees and thigh fronts.
A modest film of moisture cream daubed
then smoothed on outbursts, blotches, and salt crust.
Prevent cure.
Cure prevention.
Prevention does not cure.
Cold yucca on blasted rock red sill.
Wiping is fuss.
Pain bothers self and others.
Even the vermillion, coral soap opal
hides in aniseed shades, sandal wood fumes.
We shout in whispers
like cisterns filling:
shy sirens shrieking.
December 5, 2013
Wintry Autumn
What is to do today, to what end?
Option plop is number one.
Option fresh coffee is an ambition.
Option edit does me credit.
Other options are optional.
Rabbits and Guinea fowl
Smiley too will play a part.
Frost becomes Frimaire
December 3, 2013
Little Woods
Trying too hard; put simply,
can’t decide where to start.
As you mean to go on?
As good as
anywhere.
So here we
are again.
The square one.
A saying that comes from
Radio
so that the
listener
could follow on a grid
in the Radio Times.
But where was the square one?
The middle, the corners,
In the net?
December 3, 2013
A Blute
Tried something ingenious:
no go.
It’s getting colder but still:
no snow.
What’s it to be tomorrow:
dunno.
Not the same as today is:
hope so
December 2, 2013
All that’s fit to print…
Tom Daly comes out on you tube.
Has he a book out for Christmas?
Never liked him, smartass it seemed.
Could be a case of jealousy on my part,
but he always seemed
another cocky little bugger like
My Perfect Cousin –
Kevin the Div.
But, mind you, he was thrust
early into the public gaze;
like Shirley Temple, Judy Garland,
or the Daily Mail,
or grown up faces,
and apple sauce,
and Macaulay Caulking,
Micky Rooney, the Queen, and rusks.
Thinking about it
More like Zola Budd
Or Elmer Fudd
Perhaps.
The spectacle
Can be so fickle!
December 2, 2013
Blades
Today
Choppers dominate the news:
one fell on a Glasgow pub,
the others on Lee Rigby,
a squaddie who might have been
going to or coming from a pint.
He was in London in day light,
the Glasgow chopper fell on Friday night
December 2, 2013
Docking
Three days in port
and
crazy on land.
For all destinations are the same:
headlands and customs,
stations and cheap digs.
Over the way
Running round the park,
the leopards in the dark,
brushing our skin,
like dry, soft, well made
shaving brushes.
November 29, 2013
Scribbling
Gerunding…
Trembling: after shocked by writing this thing.
Abreacting plaything: underestimating the
Troubling power of saying your meaning.
Unnerving…
Grimbeau 