wild weekend
High over green land
– why not?
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
April 18, 2016
April 18, 2016
cruciformiste
Haiku sounds like
Aitchless cockney rhyming slang:
‘Intelligence Quotient’
April 18, 2016
My Pale Wall
fascia fears:
racket
(ears)
Light,
heat
and light:
utopia.
night falls
real
slow
Oil and
Water hour,
tangerine salmon
swim pink wall
pool now
showing
jejune
turquoise
tome coat
starring
three dead
famous
heads
jolly
blue Jakes.
Yucca
deadly
jungley
floods
sliding:
All the air
Full of hair
Strawberry…
April 17, 2016
Sea
shag-wrecks came to mind
Sea I said
…
idly
pointing
over the point
that bit of
Sea
Yea sea so
Sea!
Yeah, yeah…
Please do not get het up,
Sounding like a Gatling Gun.
Quite naturally
I conjectures that i
Touched a raw nerve
April 17, 2016
Andy Pandemonium
Go to a small green
Water buffalo hang out
Pluck a blade of grass
Make a dreadful reedy sound
Proffer a pomegranate
Repent at leisure
April 17, 2016
Bumblebee
Unmake me stupid
Lamb-like ineffable
Elephantine sussed
April 16, 2016
Earthly Delights
proper poems are
imaginary gardens
chock full of real turds
disgusting imagery
sprayed on by skunkheads
fucked with by vandals
dripping like condoms
after april showers
April 16, 2016
Flesh Trade
That’s that out of the way for another
year, thank god, anything good on? Repeats.
Surprise, surprise. It’s a wonderful life.
Gone with the wind. The great escape.
Born free two. Follow the yellow brick road
Out of Africa…
£80
The role of finance capital in the
Merchant of Venice
April 16, 2016
Belfast Sunk
all clear alarm sounds
light of day reveals
extensive devastation
town downgraded
unfit for purpose
~
nocturnal diagnosis
concludes
blanket buggery
lies behind all this
not previous candidate
overheated radiator
~
remedy:
pure distilled water
fetchedfrom
ole rollin river
Lethe
holy bucketfuls
of the stuff
Never let them down
seventy five years ago
April 15, 2016
Antiquarian Homesick Truths
Den in aftermath
wireless voices
reunion of disability warriors
talking glory days of yore
the last of the existentialists
recorded for posterity.
~
Is that the end den
Mistahmojo Hi-bBeggar?
If so I misheard der noose today
yer hoody gnu in
sinuatin’ down the old berg
crow scrapin’ on a genome
prasin’ sodden cotton holly hocksters
streaking creamy curves suspensless in densedreek
~
hi-ho silva
linen makin monkeys of
us whoops-a- daisies
Grimbeau 