Grimbeau

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President Tweet

Drawing shallow air
 Fellow travellers feign
 silent indifference:
 (plush purple posies
 wilt in winter heat)
 events draw prematurely
to an abject close

~
 Overworm turns Underworm
stomachs churning inside out:

 Hail to the Chaffinch!
 Hail to the Chuff!

Enter stooge left Vladiator
God's own chosen quarterback


 Lions take five: Christian dada
 Untermensch ist ubermensch
 Triumph of the Wall
 Even Street investors blush
 At such an embarrassment of 
 witches and warlocks
 Servants of Beelzebubbles
 Hang on creaking rafters
 One eyed pyramid salesmen 
 jostle for prime positions…

 Assassination dreams
 occupy diligent couch
 potentates so they can say
 where they were when this one 
 gets richly deserved
 long overdue comeuppance
 or when children inquire:
 'What did you do in the war?'
  

    


Country’s gonna grow!

No ploughman!—no cry
Safe to go below skipper?
go now & eat manatee
Edifying grub blubber

good ole soul Lebensmittel…
frazzle Lucifer on soot
– A speciality of t’house
President Tweet sleeps
Sleep of the recently chuffed
Out here we Hear No
anguished cries (no more)
sing spangled cattle
bullocks low in sulphur smog
Fires indignant
hell freezes then soon smoulders
-we’ve only just begun
White hopes and promises-
…only just begun

Old John Boy

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Blind Tiresias

Rhythmically swaying

Iambic rapper

Muttering incantations

Committing morning verse

To pellucid memory

Ear cocked for milkmaids

Waiting enthroned in turmoil

illuminated by defeat

cherished hard won republic

brief lost earthly paradise

postponed for another eternity

another enlightenment

another bright spark

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Bury my Hurt at Wounded Knee

Ten it is on Radio
Balls—Every Child Splutters
Dribbles on and on
Post or no post this morning—
sleeping dogs tell no lies
Made big revisions to piece of string
Resistance is useful
Urge to sudden flop—
Is it a shower yer after, Sir?
Intimate separation speaks
In oxymorons…
Who said that?
Me I think
And who may you be when you’re at home?
Making (all the) mistakes (in the) book
And why would you think that you’re saying that now?
Stubborn bogey (up my) nose—

& who the hell was that?
Must be (the) dainty music
Chopin haunts my windowsill
Tschaikovski: celebrated
(as a) very fast worker
Decomposed (in just
over) seven soggy days
The Compleat works of Peat Bog
Cradled jealous (to his) ample bosom
Making (all the) mistakes (in the) book bar one
I’m getting it on
Getting it all down
(as much as) I can…(as much as) I can…(as much as) I can
Pinocchio is drowning
Where’s the fucking Whale?
Typical just typical
Never there when you need one
O ye Whales!
Ye Accursed Whales

~
13.10
Oxtail soup & toast
Sate one sunny afternoon;
sugar frosted shrubs look good
enough to eat for afters…
So you went out with the stick?
Yes, just a few tentative steps
Are you taking the sun now?
No in a minute
When the sky comes round
Shall we make it two?
Yes let’s make it two

~
Sun got round at bang on two
Devo Harding or Devo Trump?
Balanced on bladed razor
Fag paper slender
No one saved my life last night
Puzzles me why not
Was I not in pain?

Garderobe

Clarity & Charity
(most weird Sisters of

Jolly Green Murphy)
forswore their novice vows of nice
& lost like Lennon songs left
glum parental controllers
orse-whipped immortals
Red in flesh & blood
Behind to whimper
Well-rehearsed mea culpas:
Suspend wholesome disbelief
Postpone all pressing
Engagements abandon hope
Indefinitely for now
Waiting by the phone watching
Brando documentaries
~
Provoke sympathy
for slow grieving elders
staring staff in hand
watching the armada shrink
into Tahitian puddles…
Fit for what purpose?
~
Purpose being what?
Why the Telling of Tall Tales
The life enhancing
Tittle-tattle of hum-drum…
Apollonian work!
burping a poem in loud-
toasting to mad ecstasies
Acting up like Billy Goat
Dionysian hogwash—
~
Questioning your worth
to Self & Others are we?
Self-therapy stinks…
Well you would say that
Here! Smell my karma
Eek! Stinking purple Bishop
How can you do this
On the day after day after
lying there snoring

as her wife steps into
your dressing gown…

Cypress says…

fifteen twenty one
après-douche fancy fulfilled
anise rub down complete so
whilst smelling pungent
& puny as a nectarine
go below for liquid top up,
courageous blue remembered
mountainous coffee
the over rated preference,
but knowing deep down it
ought be sea-green tea
doing sterling slow hypnotic work on
jumpy pylorus & duodenum,
diffusing furry mauve limpets
on pearl heavy oyster communes…

Yes
yaboos sound below,
unplucked poultry bids farewell
hides dry roasted nuts—
a nation holds its collective bad breath,
an elephant farts in Rangoon,
diaphanous sub-uterine
crabby nebulae await the Year of the Cock

Spinsters conjure up bachelors
as pliant uxorious dotes
malinger on every sticky word,
both smiling bitterly
at tatty monographed hankies
which need a jolly good mend,
enduring cruel jibes resonate
in blue conniving eyes of
cruel frumpy girlfriends

fifteen fifty four:
Soon putative sun
sets itself beyond
elephantine cloud
blinding whitened fascia
gets inbetween aerosol
spray paint cataracts
danger! High voltage
celestial oblong blur
electric yellow interjects
Jaded crusty eyes struggle
Clueless under Capricorn

sheer impertinence

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KingKongWindow

nostrils alert to

sniffable rain on the breeze,

heed telltale droplets

weeping on open fan window,

overnight shower

easily deduced to tears:

all other alternatives

seem a bit too far-fetched:

water sprinklers in February,

titans caught short

on early morning rampage,

and that old chestnut,

jet aircraft toilets.

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…to be continued

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x3DE0NT

as they have their lunch

The Prisoner of Haiku

makes it through the wall…

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Smut!

Let’s call it a day for now
Just so as you know what time
I want to call it
It is as you can see a poorly lit room

A long haired pedestrian
In a floppy wooden hat
Leans, stretches out,
Pulls back the curtains, reveals

A full on fading
gawping gibbous moon
obscured by insurgent ghost riders
careering from the Northlands
~
Spotted a giant clear as day
Paddling in the sea
Of Tranquility:
Cubistic Eyebrow,
unambiguous stark cyclops,
Ivory orb under
shut umbrella eyebrow:
Window latch serpent handle
oily black lipstick
Groucho Marx pisstake
Squinting snootily:
Adolf holding pince-nez
for the Hitler family album…
~
You know the type, don’t you?
seen it all before, love
seen it all before…
as clear as day it
was as clear as day
…Smut!

full moon setting…

clear tomorrow here
already
days zip past
often primrose trite
not so for others’ kites-
crucial times like these

Here (see below)
Going on a bit just then…
Becoming beings relax
after onset lycanthropia

dormant patients protect us
via guilt & frailty
‘We do not mean you any harm’
They say
‘Stop turning your backs’

as we once shall you

who may live to regret it
on the day when

it’s your turn to sleep

Trying so-so  hard to hide excruciating pain
Not to scare the horses of hope
a miserable prospect
for those poor bastards
personally affected by issues
considered in this poem
—Goodnight & Wake Up!