Family Resemblance
Seven brothers owned
seven separate farms:
while related,
they found themselves in quite
different fields
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
July 26, 2016
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?
July 26, 2016
Billy the Kidney
As small beer gesture
Please accept this sparrow box
A token of depreciation—
pink handwoven creole tissues
ah, you shouldn’t have
eitherway no matter what…
Go love life the best you can
&c. and the rest
Blow hard when tears
come falling.
Rhesus negates
such lofty whoppers.
Never ever try to make
a monkey out of me again, Scartender.
just take these hollow trinkets:
jade ephemera in the main,
you must have heard it said:
big minds never measure
jewels plucked from one gifted horse
July 25, 2016
Nap
Event horizon out of sight
In dusk dissembling tobacco ochre
standard light.
I cannot see what is or is not to be.
Only others see hour hands slow down and catch
a halted final glimpse of this afternoon
July 25, 2016
Chisholm Trail Dawn
Join me as I slink to twig the silver
dust away from the campfire’s embers.
See the fire glow: teaspoon it to flame,
Carefully perch the tall, crimson pot atop,
askew atop that is, and dig the day’s
latrine with that small yellow plastic spade.
We are on the outskirts of the craic of dawn.
Scantily clad tidings of cheap skates and
Square war-jaws, cousins to sleep’s hazel
snacks and myxamatosis of your mind’s eye.
July 25, 2016
daylight robbery
dawn breaks on the bough
replacing weary night;
werewolf and dogman
return to their lairs;
and, we ride out
to snatch Tyburn’s necklace,
and plant it deep in
undiscovered clays
July 24, 2016
Frogs
Mutual micturition
& Adrian Mitchell on the wireless
Let’s let bygones be bygones
Bury the haggis
After all is said and done
It’s just water under the fridge
Were you just taking the piss
When you asked me why
the box of frogs I promised
was not for keeps just swops?
Mutually unsure destruction
Is not what it’s cracked up to be
July 24, 2016
Olympickled
Olympickled brand land lies oozing
gold from every orifice except mine.
Yours too?
Grab bronze & silver, and what you can.
My arse and sides contort in Hysteria.
Yours too?
July 24, 2016
Garbage
My old man’s a dustbin,
He wears a dustbin lid:
His sister’s name is Binbag,
And his brother’s name is Sid.
July 24, 2016
Laundry
Midday!
Phew, that was close run race.
Nearly did something worthwhile
Till I came to my senses.
Let me tell you straight
The terror was tangible, tangerine, terrible.
Now it is over I can
return to Furplefarple Land
rest easy better in my bed
than this red sweater does
but cobalt and magenta
are in the wash
and so is
a frozen chicken
Grimbeau 