‘Here’s some poems for
antichrists, Haemaphrodites,
phagocytes, theodolites, up all nights
…where’s my Lite’s?
Beside you
Thanks’
*
You’re the shops,
You’re the feel them see them
They’re the cops
From the Reichmuseum
The moment they’re on bottom
They wanna sop
Whenever they’re on the bottom
You’re the Tops!
Enjoy that joy, Sunny Boy
Try make it last forever
In darkest night or brightest light
No matter when or whether
‘Tis ten thirty in the kitchen
After Midnight in my head
Four thirty in the bathroom
Ought I to go to bed?
just imagine this
finished book before breakfast
blissful state attained
Musical statistics
Keep reading again then
Musical statistics
I read them again
Workin outta rhythm
Voice and a little schism
Relents wont leave you
nor me all alone
~
Sap soft sunny beaches
Follow deep underwater breaths
Wipe off that remembered sweat
and remember the
Fascinating rythmn
Your under some spell
~
fascintiantatin
rytm you know it danr wel
syncopatin swell
somewhere where you
never been fascinating
rythmn you always will in
Last time I spoke with Chas
You know what you love?
He asked
slow & low
Like Wilson to Shane
Taking in the Globe Livery
rustling my purpose built
beige safari suit
silence broke out till
Hesitatingly, I said
‘Fire!’
So we drank a toast
To Father, son, and
Holy Ghost & felt
a shedload better
Frantic endeavour
Copious buddy of work
Escalates apace
Paper smokes trail pens
Million words a minute
Copulation explosions
Consenting adults freeform
Open ended sentences
Amber russet orange red
Rowan burning bronzed pure gold
Hope glows eternal
Ancient political networks
Fuel everlasting bonfires
rebellious groundswells
Bluster mocks lustre
Earth burns hard ore core
~
Burnished furnaces blossom
Forth molten volcanic biles
Carbonised cadavers caught
Out inside grim treasuries
Consumed in seething lava
Heading hillward in mansion
Taxis are soon consumed
In overwhelming flames
Antebellum
cerebellum
war winds blow
storm clouds gather
bidding no one no good for
crafty watchers
sporting adaptable sussed
liminal subjects
venal sentinels.
Contrary opinion
urges surgeons disembark
the good ship selfie
& comprehend I & I
made of space uncuttable
Grimbeau 