Never Trust a Barber
Out he mistook
himself & melted
as butter used to
into buttercups
~
Ever so far off
lone agonising
over nothing much
worth speaking of
came a familiar tune…
‘Unstiffen & stretch the legs
While you are at it
Physical jerks
Physical jerks
Come in from the cold
Wrap yourself up well
& put on the scattergown
Dressing not ballroom
Taffeta and glitz non-u
Cold sunshiver morning
Luminous lime lights
Empurpled crippled moonchild
Hanging on the wall
Venetian Tryptych
Daytripper nick-nack…’
~
No tell me about that Mouse Song
“there’ll be blue turds over
the white cliffs of Dover…”
where hollow crowns & throne games
saltpetre the ether &
small good women are slain –
sacrificed for the cause of what?
A bunch of Silly Bully Boys
at sport just finding out
‘Whose good or bad at games…’
Grimbeau 