Tarantelle
yesterday gives way
seven tambourines crackle
ecstasy elides
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yesterday gives way
seven tambourines crackle
ecstasy elides
Donut talk juss eat
Said bulging face
Illuminating
My face with spit
Sure I butted him
Split the orange
Like two thumbs do
Gone grey clippers
Tea time approaches
Sound wind & horn
A perceivable absence
No shape, no form
An afternoon
Obedient.
A struggling writer: a writer struggling;
a beaten brow: a brow beaten.
Quandaries. Sundries. Tuesdays.
Sunday’s Just like Monday’s is…
let’s call it straight, Joey
(not that old crap again!)
you gave me a one way ticket to Pookaville!
Palokaville…
urghh, don’t interject, I was emoting.
Yea sure you was.
On the waterfront there ain’t no latrine duty.
Cryptic as McGillicuddy,
Manhattan wept, just like Jesus did.
…lead Speckled Hen, brain a grain, fleck a cur…
An iota insightful, just a jot, a dot:
a wimple blip, a new black spot got.
Ceramics dynamic, silica majolica,
cilia and sillier, glass beads rattle
porcelain cattle, free mantle peace,
Cape Codology,
crystal mistral Bristol…
Eluard was once
Grinkel;
Wayne once was
Morrison,
and Wayne
became
Jayne.
Wistful, windless, desultory:
frugal, fawn, beige, puce _
Elvis has left the building
Pulling a fast one again
~
Half-six on the dot:
doors slam, off to the coast,
Bodies glide on the high tide,
rolling away to chilling gyres
~
tussles and rubs
from jetsam and kelp,
nibbled by gulls
eschewed by sussed brill
~
Uproarious desires
keep on moving,
bobbing and weaving,
ducking and diving,
slipping and sliding,
eel and ostrich pie
and jugs of foamy gush.
Lip-smacking jallop!
Arabian guillemot
Skulling curvy dunes
Pooh sticks and runes
Popular tunes
Rippling quick,
quick slow sand
Away from chaos radio and noise gadget
I try to hear my own voice.
It is jumbled, jerky, muddled.
When it hears me listening it shut’s up.
Intruder, it whispers and hides.
Another voice comes, other than mine.
Abrupt jibber jabber.
Dissonant buzz
It stops
~
Shadow boxing:
the shadow leads two points:
it is southpaw, dogged, cunning, experienced.
I stand firm, steely jawed, granite eyed,
bleeding, unfeeling, waiting.
Rope a dope, Ali called it;
or, was that Angelo?
Zap, I’m downed
WASP
Grimbeau 