Whistles
Glisten
Sheer sparkling wit,
wild infant crazy hopes,
whose voices, too true, call to us all
like spooks
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
September 21, 2013
Purgatory
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Wonky-wheeled about with caution,
discovered prone Bloom, covered in
lampblack, penitently licking up,
almost lapping up, ancient grease
beneath my fridge. Toilet next,
then repatriation to the Lazar
Zones of Bongo-Bongo Land.
Abjection is the will of kippers…
must try harder next time, if…
September 20, 2013
Credo
Let me be your Trilby, you can be my Head.
Let me be your reader, you can be my read.
Walsingham, Cromwell, Karla, and McBride
Spied, entrapped, intimidated, lied
For a living.
Rusty.
Crusty.
Peeping out the back door
Omnipuzzled by sleep, back from the faeries
Of Morpheus, a windgust insists retreat.
This season it rarely does gentle persuasion.
‘You who dance the light fantastic
Are likely for the collapse drastic’
Who said that? I see no talking mammals.
Ah yes! Last night a chatty Bactrian camel
Detained me most welcome between mares.
Another cold steel wind stabs me at the front door
That’s what erstwhile friends are for.
September 19, 2013
Slowmo morning swamps tetchy night:
upstairs chatter, cold, hunger, coughs,
and sneeze spread disease. Blog still
playing up. Slept most yesterday
upset by the knife threats and piss
pot hurling at my head:
a glancing blow, not full of urine.
Nonetheless, disturbing and hurtful.
On my own playing misty for me.
September 17, 2013
Schools Out for Supper
Brenda, Hilda, Daily Dampener, Cleo’s Panda:
All Jolly natter past my open window.
A routine mantra measuring out huge
Dollops of pre-school childcare: tendergarten
Sucklings and seasoned toddlers bloodied, bibbed
and tucked, for the battle, the preparation
for bigger battles with the big bad world
September 17, 2013
Nutting
Conkers time!
Whore’s chestnuts
Sad fallen
Playful fruits
With crash-hats
In phantasm
light,
battleship
grey,
watch them prowl,
panther black
foraging
poacher’s pad,
sniffing for
nuts in dreek
September 12, 2013
Moonlight Dump
Let’s go to the loo
Let’s jump in the bog
Devastate the places
Where the putrid vermin hog
Let’s flush them out tonight dear
It’s silly not to try
Rid the world of scumbags
Without a reason why.
September 12, 2013
Guff
The doggy few air the southern mist lands…
Some slept through till daylight coloured the drapes
Grey Pink.
Warm still, fuggy, muggy, stuffy, musty
Climate.
Through slate grey light I fly safe, glide slow up
To here,
The bureau of dreams, absorbing the news,
Sneeze wildly, snuffle, drip, and wet wipe off.
Excess.
September 11, 2013
You what mate?
Stagefrit,
dumbstruck,
ashen,
The face stared down
on the bated mob.
Nothing would come out:
children exploded, men fought, women wept,
but nothing came out.
Aides de camps and unknown others, bent under
unseen chopper blades, scurried.
Still nothing came.
In the lower right hand corner of the screen,
a purple faced, ill-kempt, bulbous signer,
feminine, signed frantically. The mob paused.
What’s she saying? What’s she saying?
Nothing silly, it’s a pantomime!
Yes, but what’s she signing?
Watch my lips, watch my lips.
Ah, thank heavens!
The collective sighed knowing
The Face only lied when its lips were moving.
September 11, 2013
Bugsplat
Waiter!
Bugsplat the soup it’s toxic and orange.
Deft, nimble, fleet of foot, cunning as Ariel,
Waiter swoops and swats the soup.
Everyone is splattered and grumble.
Did you get it, did you get it?
Yes, they got it. Look at them leg it
For the turnstiles.
Grimbeau 