Cheryl
Stand back she’s Poet
Obligatory posture
Sprung & discovered
Too bloody intense
Eat two of you for breakfast
Reginald Arbroath-Smokey
Grimbeau
Scroodles
June 5, 2016
Sphinx Gang
asPhalT
mEmori(es)
uGly
grinDer
Round eleven it burns down
The engines are turning,
churning up
dormant subterranean turtles,
laying flat kerbs for giant cars,
upheaving monitor eggs,
yellow men
coral them in sandpits,
soon they’ll be hatched out
by stray, broody ostriches
weary, careworn nomads,
whose ivory gonads bristle
in brutal
municipal sackcloth
bend to add
another egg to the pyramid
June 5, 2016
mAss
Big joB geTs me Up
coNgress on aNti-mA:tters
– wasH & blOw Dry
Back Abed fOr SoMething
uNderStood & mOre zEddds
(c’minG neXt sEconD…)
Fluffup bed & pUll bLinds toO.
SlEep NogO zonE
(aArgh, diDdums!)
6.51: coLd, cOld, colD –
uP the theRmOstaT tO 22c:
nEws, sNooze, cRuisE…uP theM woodY
stAirs to wasHhouse
(acc: a mUzak buGleR, cHip)
cOOkhouse sOunds siZZle,
sPlash, coLd wAter RunninG…niCE!
June 4, 2016
Early Magic Bus
sun don’t work today
sits on neon omnibus
weeping like a baby
jackdaw trapped in hearth set free
safe home now comrade raven
acknowledge the greatest
dreams keep their own diaries
float like an anapaest
from here to eternity
stinging butterfly
June 3, 2016
sumer if icumen in
She Sings Good…
Way downstream
in Calico
Waters rise when spring tides surge.
How very dare I
meet her now
And brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lies down in
the valley below
Where milk cows numinous sit.
After hands work
scripts that never end
Dawn to dusk when
the cuckoo spits
June 3, 2016
amanuensis
As I was working
on my stare I saw a face
that was not there
it wasn’t there again today
I wish my stare would go away
June 3, 2016
Less for Murder
post-traumatic stress
disorder after reading
eschatology
& occasional diamonds
waiting four years omnibusk
June 2, 2016
The Scrunged Wotsit
Aloha from Haywain-Ho! Attenuated morning endeavour, the cringe and cower again fear I: domestic interventions such as the dilate regard of cathedral candles, floppy hats in white shadow, crows car…
Source: The Scrunged Wotsit
Grimbeau 