Mahlzeit!!
Eleven bellows
cogitate thirty eons
of time that never was, is,
or ever will this day forth:
More coffee and quanta, my Duck?
Und warum nicht, my Leda?
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
December 2, 2016
December 1, 2016
Toe & Froe
Back again at just gone ten
after a power breakfast
with Mr Clay, Ms Self, and the Demi-urge.
A frozen garden, a propped
up green wheelbarrow glued
to an icy rotary clothes line.
Frost suspends decay of jungle beanplants.
What else did you see?
Or hear? Or taste? Or touch? Or smell?
Fields in collision, tectonic plates lying shattered,
or just another trad night down the Greeks.
I see.
So thought Inspector Spangle, flicking through
the photos from scenes of crime:
no time, no space, just action
invisible, eternal delight,
energy in a bun dance.
What could be less clear than that?
Yea, housing, phone calls, Victoria Derbyshire…
I know, I know, I know. Stop nagging me!
It’s all work in progress.
November 30, 2016
Aleppo Sleeper
One
o’clock news blackout
Losing all integrity
Over emissions
Aleppo massacre
hogwash lubricant green room
full of terrified white elephants
Modest interim proposal—
Cannibalism
Nothing to add
Perhaps
I’ll go back to sleep
After drawing the curtains
With indelible charcoal
Inside our discrete brainwaves
November 30, 2016
New Big Deal
suppressed desire to broadcast hogwash today too busy making myself gross again- Hey Tiresias! quit moping round them knobless herms and tributes go saddle up my Hippocampus let's make a big splash downtown at sundown a proper shindig down the five and dime
November 19, 2016
Cryostat
Go attend those dismal drapes
cheapest seventies vintage tat
lurid floral potato prints
emitting neither light nor heat
prize them open to reveal
a frosty morning, frosted green
frosted black, frosted silver
frosted yellow cars, parked up
neatly by frosty drivers
living cryogenic lives
November 19, 2016
Beachcoma
Witch black liquorice
Void awash particles stress
levity breeds gravity
Time bent space compressed
Fractals spawn new chaos
Alternative eyes
Turn a light back on
Inside stark basilica
November 18, 2016
Rummage
Came across The Book of Sand
beneath ragged jagged edge
buff beige dusty envelopes
(yes, I am a lady of letters)
bright yellow blue black cover
page turner guardian
tiger stares me out,
Aztec Mesmer—stark migraine
must open the window,
sudden urge to air the air
nice icy chill low sun
cold steam chuffs bright misty air
horse nostril ectoplasm
novelty will soon wear off.
Write to ease the passing of time
seems as good a reason
as any I have heard so far…
November 18, 2016
Wet Long Grass
diluted liquid fear
shy retiring acts of violence
child neglected architects
fabulise rustic cities
serial killer
chainsaw milk vandals
forging lawless frontiers from
farflung sporren lands
they can only kill
you once you can kill yourself
one day at a time
~
too cold to go out
eleven freezes over
bad for tight muscles
limber up indoors instead
slow motion vowel movements
~
Sporting clownish garb
Long legged daddy long legs
spatula juggler
feelgood factory engines
churning waffler in motion
time soars slow below
foundling in feather bucket
crow ravaged thorax
doctor who goes noncing there
on fabulous adventures
british broadcasting
corporate porkies
November 17, 2016
Figaro the Cockatoo
So what if the boss you ask
catches me meeting my needs?
I will tear his nose off
tar him with the soggy end
no one but no one crosses
Figaro The Cockatoo
Lord Protector of Ancient Woodlands
Peanut Pilferer to the Beak
Crown Jewel robber by
Royal Disappointment
to the Most Asperiou Great Monad
of Gibraltar Rock
Grimbeau 