Gemutlichkeit
Give me a home where
considerably more that this
is worth insuring:
a home fit for genuine
black forest gateaux
made from real black forest trees
and Gemutlichkeit
Grimbeau
Scroodles
March 4, 2016
Ten Years a Slob
Go do something useful!
Out is not an option now.
Cook, shower, sweep, decorate.
You are on your own.
Mind your business.
Improve you circulation!
Shake a leg you slag.
Beat your inner slave around.
See what it feels like
getting pushed around by me.
Is this work?
Irregular hours, low pay,
alienation – yea its work…
Unwaged slavery sounds odd.
Who’s the exploiter?
Mr Algorithm
This is getting slow.
There’s your problem…here we go:
off on one again.
Go do something useful!
March 1, 2016
Ide
Hare today:
Fawn tomorrow
Crowbar wire curtains
Open for dizziness
Sanguine pension on the hill
Sunburst finish pagoda
Small geology
February 29, 2016
Eyewashersock
Now
you are
getting into it
shit it went again
in the blink of a blink of
a blink of a blink
the blink
of an
I
February 29, 2016
Diet of Wormholes
Mulls of Gawd grin slow
butt exceeding snailspace
Grub time encroaches
They call it slowmo Monday
Tuesday’s just salad
Wednesday’s shrivelled lettuce
Thursday’s undressed crab…
February 29, 2016
nightmoves
Shipping forecast for
the night plays elsewhere.
Aussie film about autism
drives me bedward night
stumbles noisily sleep’s
all too familiar
sneakthief stalks the room
added bladder
alerts induce piss
call water break cake & vape
too early and too
late illusions of
endeavour fade away to
Paris long ago
shipping forecast for
the day plays elsewhere
February 28, 2016
Moby!
‘Moby ducked & Just
wrote the time down in time
when all of a sudden:
“Lo!
thar she blows…”
rang out from above.
Spout hole
fluke splash
sink hole –
portentous omens souls gripped
in awesome jawdrop horrors
of the deep
snide sarcastic seas…’
eight bells alarum
wardrobe beats foaming pints of ale
down the old pub dancing hornpipes
Call me Junkmail,
San Pandemonium,
Tizzmania
former Devil’s Islander
sporting mucho kidney
Savonarola casserole
burnt at the stake before the
rain put out the Bonfire
of Profanities
Just his fucking shitty luck
February 28, 2016
Suspect Footwear
You only need to
watch what
you’re doing
when you
risk the
chance
of
a
F
a
l
l
February 28, 2016
A Work of No Literary Merit
Five hundred before
legendary lost lunchtime
Torrential London
buses, easy similes,
heavy workload for
eternal editors,
that which is permanently
out to luncheon,
wield escutcheon spoon
limply with panache
seas contain plenty fishes
most worth throwing back
February 28, 2016
The Show Must Go Up
Quick!
Purple cataracts
unleash cascading torrents
ideas in flood
come engulf magic moments
barmy tsunamis
overwhelm porous
herbaceous borders
consumptive easter bunnies
obliterated cobwebs
open microphones freeform
festival bonfire of profanities
foreswear allegiance to fuck all
available on offer
down the supermarket
not worth lifting but for…
Spuds.
Grimbeau 