Sublime
What bliss is this?
Sea becomes vapour,
drowns now and then,
bobs up, splays fluke,
blows hole, meals mouth,
dives deep, backs down
Grimbeau
Scroodles
September 12, 2013
Guff
The doggy few air the southern mist lands…
Some slept through till daylight coloured the drapes
Grey Pink.
Warm still, fuggy, muggy, stuffy, musty
Climate.
Through slate grey light I fly safe, glide slow up
To here,
The bureau of dreams, absorbing the news,
Sneeze wildly, snuffle, drip, and wet wipe off.
Excess.
September 11, 2013
You what mate?
Stagefrit,
dumbstruck,
ashen,
The face stared down
on the bated mob.
Nothing would come out:
children exploded, men fought, women wept,
but nothing came out.
Aides de camps and unknown others, bent under
unseen chopper blades, scurried.
Still nothing came.
In the lower right hand corner of the screen,
a purple faced, ill-kempt, bulbous signer,
feminine, signed frantically. The mob paused.
What’s she saying? What’s she saying?
Nothing silly, it’s a pantomime!
Yes, but what’s she signing?
Watch my lips, watch my lips.
Ah, thank heavens!
The collective sighed knowing
The Face only lied when its lips were moving.
September 11, 2013
Bugsplat
Waiter!
Bugsplat the soup it’s toxic and orange.
Deft, nimble, fleet of foot, cunning as Ariel,
Waiter swoops and swats the soup.
Everyone is splattered and grumble.
Did you get it, did you get it?
Yes, they got it. Look at them leg it
For the turnstiles.
September 11, 2013
The Clangers
Bintruck rumbles,
crunches, and taps,
hoarse growls, and purrs.
All glass slides down,
booms, and echoes in
vast steel cavern.
Clang, clang, thump, clunk
empty boxes
slam dunked, job done,
good work, see you!
September 10, 2013
Rite
So,
we
offer up
these
well-prepped
ants testes
to you
gods
of the
firm
ament
for
the
fecund
ditty
of this our
crop of love
age.
Be nice
for this
once,
we
have grown
tired
of
September 10, 2013
Daulis Defile
Near One
Undone
You won
Old Son
September 9, 2013
Soft
Inside night rain,
walking titanium lino,
I wahwah wahwah wander,
smoking and sipping,
sloping and drooping.
Outside sodden fuchsias
Burst, brambles stalk
crazed hedgerows,
licked rosebushes wince,
nettles nestle
snuggling dockleaves.
Now Rain wanes,
a crooked hand appears
between salmon drapes,
eases the latch,
sending swoon done air
to soft green
dark dawn.
September 8, 2013
Slippers
For thrift’s sake
we wear just one slipper at a time,
in continental shifts, diligently
observant of time zones,
ever-changing weather patterns, the jet stream,
solar winds, and the roaming holes in the
ozone and sole.
September 8, 2013
Aerobics
See the merman on the pushchair
huffing and grunting
like Puffing Billy, steam coming
from his nostrils
negotiating a three-point turn,
searching for the short term memory loss
that is a morning milk bottle. Splash!
It slips and spills some globs
on the floor and leg rash.
Not dropped though
so no need to cry.
Just grin and bear it:
get used to rancidness.
No rashers till you shower
when the care comes.
Grimbeau 