Sweet FA
All of us are characters
In our own twisted way
You are in my book
I am in yours
Whether we like it or not
What a terrible thing to read
Unreliable narrators
All spouting about
Fuck All
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
August 26, 2016
August 26, 2016
Umbra
ive
not got lost
in a book since
ive
got
lost in you
August 26, 2016
Eyelash in Gaza
Mews hazed Jardiniere, rowan dappled sunlit perch,
barefoot pads patchy lawn,
jasmin somehow here sprinkles clear air act must
to musk. Whatever happened
Monday seems an age ago, time is a mystery
Lost on those ghost days
Fate spills coffee beans, kneeling aggrieved hard done by,
monstrous invasion offside,
privacy and all that J a s s — Favourite time I’ll be there
River willow smirks, snig-grr
Not on your nelly smelly Change the sheets to seagulls
impugning military/industrial complexion
Get out of it fly Not that I would ever harm a hair on its…
Still bloody stuck inside again
August 24, 2016
Hoedown
Forked the lawn today
Half-hearted fat man in straw hat
Alas poor Yorick
~
Always take the stairs upstairs
Even in stilettos
North face of the Eiger down
~
Ten twenty thirty
Forty fifty…soon adds up
Awesome hill of beans
~
Ten thousand spoonfuls
Fifty-seven varieties
Molehills breed mountains
August 23, 2016
Axis: Clear as Mud
A polar indifference
To current affairs pervades
This sunny afternoon
Opposites repel invaders
Gadflies waddle through cold custard
Jam dollops smear gleeful
scarlet faced bruised egos
enlighten dictatorships
August 22, 2016
Glower Power
Rolling around weighing up the options for the next phase?
Life is what happens when you are making other plans
So you like pith then
Are you buying or selling?
online depersonalization bureaucracy rears its ugly head
academic qualification or hiding behind mummy’s skirts throwing stones from the long grass?
Be brutally honest. Crap at deadlines and references, useless file organizer, prone to rage and self-destructive fugues.
Would Tai chi & yoga not be better for you?
Are you a glutton for punishment, trial by ordeal, the futile fight unto the death of all hope.
Yes, most of the time
A glutton for punishment then?
A glutton full stop.
Do not publish this even when the urge to fill the void is huge
Anything to avoid a haircut and a shower
Have another cigarette…
I shouldn’t really
Why do anything anyway?
Your crap at life let’s face it.
Suppose so…
It’s all on the internet anyway if you really want or need to know
True
Better to get out more, meet new people to glower at
Yea, Glower Power—sounds catchy
August 21, 2016
Breakfast at Myfanwy’s
Moses, Moses, holy Moses!
A turn up for the books.
Four quick glances
an element of surprise.
An intriguing risk demonised.
I think of you all the time, she said.
Puking in her handbag.
That’s some love poem
~
My eyes are clouded over with self-deceit,
these words are redolent of feet
that walked proud as punch,
no more for now,
no more,
the crunch
August 21, 2016
King of the Swineherds
Give me a groat and I’ll emote on hope and faith, and craic
Should you not meet me on the way, you can on the way back
From hollow land and silly land, to form and sound, and black
The song you hear will be our own and never will shirk or jack
Too good to be true, too simple to work, you say inside your head
That tapping on the roof you hear, is rhapsody robbing the lead.
August 18, 2016
Laundry
Good, that stopped the table wobbling!
Went out for a quiet garden moment,
just as I was warming in the soft sun
of early autumn, the army commenced
lawnmower war next door. Disappointed my
plans were scuppered, but undeterred to gain
nothing from my venture, I fetched the washing
from the line and back indoors, though failing
to spur the idle into action, I
consoled myself with the thought of green socks.
August 17, 2016
Exterior: Cake Out in Rain
A walk through
MacArthur Park
Turned out
quite contrary to
all popular opinion
which I assiduously
some have said ‘blindly’
follow like a shop
or sometimes a sheep
in a stripy pair of panties
Grimbeau 