Whythee
Waterloo!
In for the afternoon,
like the weather,
shower.
The soul weather
you have,
Punk.
Tinkle,
tinkle
fickle car.
Sometimes
wonder
where you are.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
November 2, 2014
Tenerife? Tenner Each!
eleven thirtyfive in true Brumaire…
clock robbed,
stolen, purloined, swiped
time suspect, rains it pours, but soft!
Yacht through
yonder blue
window breaks plate glass façade: Scrutable,
discernible, mandible, cannibal.
Eating a petit for tea for two or more.
November 2, 2014
Dogfight
Undermined
left laughing girl
fester in hog cabin…
one less to feed?
check for flesh wounds…
none visible,
just a gulf revealed
beneath unravelled
opaque skein.
the geese fly west
for some weather.
Bullied into it
spiteful downtrodden
strike out without
good reason,
no one in their
right mind would,
get what’s coming?
more of the same again,
denudation
and encroachment,
Just marasmus of
body politic,
virgin season
November 2, 2014
Omnes
In the dead of night
the dead of night
take stage
muttering,
omnes, omnes,
omnes…
near streetlights
distil dawn light
crying still
Slow worms
winking
ascend
the
dreamer harbours
demons,
the
demons of
daylight.
October 30, 2014
Pangst
An hour fades
endeavour
slows to sluggish slog,
An idle creak,
And
Precious
little
celebration
Puke rebuke,
obscene repeat,
then retreat,
Tricornered
Here
music plays:
disjointed,
butchered,
an dispatched
October 27, 2014
Watch Clock Watch…
Eight bells, sundown…
Molten golden idling gown, catch worm casts
shadow lampshades gloam, come dance this
light’s fantastical…
Remember whimsical?
Critical, you must do,
Momentary, exemplary, contemporary
fly toff fancy, impish man, cuneiform
zero: trousers inside underpants!
See small things fade insignificant, rhubarb
Leaf green mottle release sorb daub…One bell,
Mr Sundowner, that race is well run, just
glad it was when it was, time and place past,
inspired, the candle understands. Lights on…
October 27, 2014
Sunburst Blemish
Half-Eight wait
Coffee pot sunk,
Clunk, glug drunk,
Sunblaze
amber green
blue morning,
slosh galoshed
plum blinkered,
spooning gate
…
wretched short
phase too
brief fleet
on two
hour glass.
Tangerine days,
tamarind leaves,
verdigris craze,
sunflower lumber
…
Sing off tune songs,
whistle dry
Humdrum:
Sunflower
Oils marzipan,
line Rumour
Road milk
road with
cornflakes.
October 26, 2014
Sick Vic
There once was a Dylan called Vicar
In want of some dollar and liquor
So he flew off one day
Got carried away
And promptly got sicker & sicker
October 25, 2014
Sacrum
An old Jew’s harp prism, makes corona
schism, sees the heaven’s children glisten,
heeds bystanders syllogism, shut up
if you care to listen! Says let sly ones be
bygones, give away the ghosts, or a new world
disappears, defy at your peril swell your
placid eyes with tears. Comet’s trails point away
from the sun, seek out a place in deeper space.
For, if this love does not illuminate,
it won’t be for a want of hate for hatred,
dressed up to thrill the fat potentate
his opinion of himself inflated
soon to implode, unconditionally sated.
October 25, 2014
SS Missive
Below decks I ate wild mushrooms in scrambled eggs,
warm Parma ham,and a choice, prime cut, brown bap,
Oodled in buttery herbs, then, replete,
ascended , fortified to sullen work
after a digestive puff
A glimpse of sun is better than none,
must learn to be more grateful for these, my gifts,
the vessel drifts, time floats, ice too.
Less temperate climes, incursive east wind,
will blast and burn, singeing our lashes
saying only we have committed sin
a mortal sin, the sin of not being them.
Leeward, a cacophony and splashes
Dolphins, a school, weirdly mocking, unabashed.
Grimbeau 