The Borrow
Golf girl plumb potty
flipped clean absent trolley
on treacherous pin
Grimbeau
Scroodles
February 20, 2015
Promotion to Ensign
Wanton crayon crimes christen hallowed books
Left about to make an impression
to go well with the curtains;
torturing the prize Siamese
just to hear its quirky hiss.
The smell of burning hair
that will be you one day.
This day, all day, every day,
but not forever.
One day you get yours
From the Orc
On level Chesil
February 20, 2015
A Confederacy of Onceness
A chaos of familiar streets edge the hub,
smell the humming throng murmur and burr.
Was that a car door or a suicide bomb,
splatting like a bursted, maddened boil?
We look up for more, get none and get back up to pace.
Streets wail blocked with beds and wardens.
We bustle along skulking, tutting, smiling,
Snarled, peering, eyes down, anti-heroes,
Loose limbed, bloodied free climbers…
But the main sport selfie masks –
learnt as toddlers when we dodged all
punishment for our misdemeanours.
February 19, 2015
Get Rich Quick
The wealth of notions,
manifold
nano-agues
quelled by herbal
detonators;
vigilant magpie,
looking up for it
like a ska band cover;
gathering storm clouds
from the unfair,
violet west:
all of these
and more
by invasion
define my musing,
trip me up
as I oil up
readying
for slippery,
deeps matters of state.
Excuses whisper
it is said on the
weather
it is said.
I collapse in
Turquoise slop,
trying to remember
What
these excuses were…
All power to the imagination!
Perspicacity:
When push
came to shove.
February 17, 2015
Machievelli’s Lullaby
My best advice
to those concerned –
Watch the lips
Ignore the words
February 17, 2015
Spoonless in Sparta
Where was the spoon?
The Spoon – the fucking spoon!
Water was running,
Loud and constant
running water
You left the fucking tap on!
He could just make out the familiar, nasal tone.
My eyelash is awash with milk suds
Not quite a froth
Clambering from the cereal bowl
Was arduous hard
Like pond weed
And gypsy tart
February 17, 2015
Cabaret Rusticana
The smell of sweet rancid butter
elicited hysteria throughout the herded.
Hecate’s cheesy rumours proven true.
Jack Rumplewort’s doing –
the craven emasculator –
Up to his old tricks
at last
February 17, 2015
UFO
Serendipity!
Memories remember truths
Photographs reserve
The right to disregard
Heat seeking damson Frisbee
February 17, 2015
The Tragic Disappearance of All Known Stuff
1
Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed
cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,
coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux
of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,
sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,
the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now
Abandoned.
2
The once sure folk have fled, melted and mutated,
The meek ones headed for the hills, they crouch
and mooch grumpy, sucking stale breadsticks
in their holes, the old caves and calcified barrows.
The diehards fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –
smouldering stockyard bone stooks stand pyrrhic
Sacrifice
3
With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,
Ever abhorrent of void it convenes
Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,
Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle
a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:
You are only as good as your last, worst
Algorithm
February 16, 2015
The Eden Project
When Adam delved
And Eve span
Who was then
A Caliban?
Grimbeau 