Break Out Day
Vibrant dawn dazzles
Pitch bone slate lamp nightdreamers
Eyeblink shadows flit
Earlybirds dart brisk alert
Incanted day arrives
Perfect golden light
Rakes tree leaf and bark
Hope springs all prisoners
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
July 23, 2016
Tone of Voice
Every time you go
‘Whoops!’
(which is increasingly
more frequent of late)
Johosophat gets very jumpy
It is a good thing that
I will never tell you that
You might do it to disturb
Him just for the sport
I know what you’re like sometimes
The devil makes work
For bone idle hands
bloody sociopaths,
boorish prats, the absent-minded,
& those who observe the worrying demise of rubber tree plants…
July 23, 2016
Firestarter
Bring me moonshine
In your smile
&
gusto
In my hearth
O hearths!
~
The paraphernalia of open fires—
Scuttles, grates, tongs, clinkers,
ash shovel, hatchet
Rickety kneebends
Scrunching up the Sun
The News of the Screws
~
Picking good cinders
Hatcheting sticks
Three matches to light
Always three matches
Crackle & slow collapse
~
Juvenile flames keen to jive
The timing of the bigger sticks
Critical mass
The placement of the first coals
Put the heavy front on
~
Clunk
Shut the little door
& hope real hard
Offer up a silent
prayer to the firegods
Every little helps
Last refuge of a scoundrel
See it caught at last
July 22, 2016
Wind Up
A
stray
red
brick
flew
dripless
stained
glass
window:
‘Sorry!’
It read
July 22, 2016
Rustic Lama
prone alert god
basking scrumpled in seed grass
melts gold leaf sun
dreams of the run
scampering last evening
dumb flounder, scoundrel stray
easy busy summer antic hay
wild dreamscapes frolic
buzzball spangles make mad play
pause scandalous figary
gathering bright ideas
crazed dandelions
July 21, 2016
Whaling
Flensed moonstruck vivid
Carcass oozing midnight oil
A scream breaks within
July 21, 2016
Plummeting Skywards
having a hatwave
a topical hatwave
overtures over
white cliffs of dover
you certainly cant, cant-can’t
Barbirolli more swaggers than minces
over like D’Annunzio balling crazed
‘Avanti Italia!’
I am struck dumb by her swan neck
veins taut rope glisten.
Recoil in horror.
You bet I did.
Where’s Duran Duran?
Off busking with a Pink fucking Panther.
~
Sitting on a mushroom cloud
Buddy curls up neat
now waiting for a kiss.
Hurt goes on and on.
Walking like a sumo
quince in his nappy.
See I remember some bits.
~
The Dixie Whistlers vanished without Tracey,
I consoled her briefly and moved on
to Fenchurch Street to chuck some bricks around.
This is what I’m like.
Impossible: an impossible person.
Imp. Vip. Rip.
Rest in peace very important, impossible person.
Not moi! Not I?
~
Here lies big gob, gargling blocked drain
I slept in once in Newmarket…
Wake up, Norman!
Dropped off, must have…
Hurt still on the wireless.
Barnard is risen.
July 14, 2016
WASP
zummathyme
& le living
ist
sleazy…
Away from chaos radio and noise gadget
I try to hear my own voice.
It is jumbled, jerky, muddled.
When it hears me listening it shut’s up.
Intruder, it whispers and hides.
Another voice comes, other than mine.
Abrupt jibber jabber.
Dissonant buzz
It stops
~
Shadow boxing:
the shadow leads two points:
it is southpaw, dogged, cunning, experienced.
I stand firm, steely jawed, granite eyed,
bleeding, unfeeling, waiting.
Rope a dope, Ali called it;
or, was that Angelo?
Zap, I’m downed
WASP
July 13, 2016
A Fiery Flying Rolle
So that’s all that then
What was all the fuss about
Nothing important
Estranged anarchic adepts
Compose new obscenities
For richer and for poorer
Forever and ever mayhem
Count stones at midnight
Click heels crisply come the dawn
Of grave blue Heirusalem
July 12, 2016
Watereblogged
Rainy day runaway
wild raspberry soaking wet
sodden eucalyptus
light damp fires
squatting hunkered
grounded primal musk
eyes whitened
scouting dense nature
alert to predator & prey
Grimbeau 