High Tea At Bel’s
Stick of rock ending
Marzipan lava mortar
Light sugar dusted
ad nauseating prospect
pink emetic sunset
Grimbeau
Scroodles
February 13, 2016
road to damascus
Her man punts new tricks
He’s found a new way of living
Feel astonishment
Crunch new algorithms
Gravitational soundwaves
February 11, 2016
Wretched
bring
your brown brolly
love is unhappy today
got your blue hanky
too
February 11, 2016
Cotton Bhudda
some buddy at work
got the cold shoulder
took effervescent horse pills
raked up swept the path
~
folded iris counterpanes
frilly edged nightmares
grollicked ephemeral mares
endured post prandial trauma
soothing naked fractal oaks
living whim day to the next
in heavens above
~
two titanic pugilists
four fists in a mist
celestial chorus
sprawling trawling sprats
hogan who what where when how
tired voice of resignation
~
berryless rowan
then Lud sheds its light
three rowan berries
February 11, 2016
Indwelling
explore great indoors
looking for the lost needle
leave no turn unstained
first find your haystack
let your feet walk by themselves
beware wheezing vapes
February 10, 2016
Egglessness
those instinctive woes
daily prayers and daily thoughts
radio violence
go plunder Priam’s city
egged on by shrewd Apollo
so my hen absconds
fecund beloved daughter
sashaying down rich ghettos
February 10, 2016
Cold Lenten Pancake
Up at five today
Soused pussy willows in font
Incinerated palms
Hollow fellows soft parade
Giving up contemplation
February 8, 2016
Morning becomes Electric
Cool moon and Venus,
thick tar bipolar cable
stands in for a horizon,
shutter your left eye
frame it all in one clean
elongated myopic square
careful to include
insignificant details-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile mildew gilded boughs,
beatified by sun,
bronzed as clean new gold.
(midwinter berries perish
in robust spring storms,
eaten by cold doves,
or down drains
flapping about
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the world).
February 8, 2016
Innogen erupts…
How many more Mondays
Vile lime towel idiot dance
Imogen pauses for breath
Totting up her twitter hits
Security in numbers
*
Orphans of the storm
Sixteen hundred in the rain
Shakespeare at the Globe
Posthumous celebration
Tender artless herione
Rampaging wreaking havoc
February 5, 2016
impertinence
nostrils alert to
sniffable rain on the breeze,
heed telltale droplets
weeping on open fan window,
overnight shower
easily deduced to tears:
all other alternatives
seem a bit too far-fetched:
water sprinklers in February,
titans caught short
on early morning rampage,
and that old chestnut,
jet aircraft toilets.
Grimbeau 