Carnage
Lunch (less) time;
fry big spuds,
heat up beans,
eat cold chicken,
drink green cider,
then withdraw,
hid upstairs,
day go dream,
play pinball…
football results in
Tea (less) time
so to nightfall
and beyond!
Grimbeau
Scroodles
August 24, 2013
Jesus Swept Up
It is a Saturday,
another one,
sleep walking
Sarin stiffs,
trousers ankled dead,
snuff one,
get one free,
modern day
humanity
August 24, 2013
Complex On
Go and do the copy
now the kettle’s boiled.
Face the facts.
Dossers made
not born.
Only child,
spoilt brat,
get fat
and sad.
What about?
My lot.
Sorry, mate!
Sorry state!
Too late never.
Don’t be clever.
Know your place.
Eat your face
When peckish.
Sliming rhyme
Closing time
August 24, 2013
Nessum Dorma
In the names of gods and sods,
we all perish.
Unlike the giant sink spiders, who,
like Andy duFrais,
made it via drain,
to bask in cool,
silver basins,
asylums,
and bathe in the tumult
of the morning tap tsunami.
Kettle on,
wipe and flush
the mushrooms.
Trousers round
lifeless ankles.
The shame of it!
The shame.
Baby safe in the microwave:
Suffocated. Cars meander still
slate dead drivers slowmo halt
in open sewer.
Ringa ringa roses…
Today,
some place in Shetland,
an upside-down helicopter on sand.
A phone rings, it is my doctor.
He say: ‘I will be late.’
‘Okay’, I say, ‘so will I’.
August 22, 2013
All must Fall
Just Gone Four…
Oval test strolls,
profiteroles,
game of bowls,
same old souls,
blunt narwhals,
red brick wall,
Mad Max Wall,
wonder wall,
washing well,
Phil Tufnell,
curfew knell,
peanutshell,
squirrel fell,
all must fall,
human zoo,
blowers too
August 22, 2013
Fat Fly
Play!
We have play
On
A dog day.
Sweat and steam.
Sultry dream:
water lilies,
huge emerald
pink voilet.
Swamp and mire,
fire fish fly,
like pickets…
August 22, 2013
Gin
Postcard:
World Banker
A Week of Wakes
High tides beckon
Water snakes
Sacrum idyll
For Padjamers
Get tranqil,
In Calma…
‘Weather’s here –
Wish you were
Nice.’
Tarakos is
Not like Cos…
So next year…
Charabanc to
Eudaimonia.
August 22, 2013
Sult
Boiled eggs & pills,
the day distils
sun syrup.
muggy bees
drip honey,
legumes swell
and burst,
we eat sweet
orange vine
love apples,
call a giant runner
Bolt,
lazing on a soapy afternoon…
August 21, 2013
Biscay
A cooling breeze
up here
on the dark side
of the sun:
bins rumble
sleepily,
need a feed,
or do I?
Dander up,
Dumbo down…
float like a
gutter fly,
sing like a flea.
Get shorter!
Elmore shores
in the mean
streets of heaven,
mixing it
with the Inquisition:
‘Who hid the Remington?’
‘Peter the Punter.’
Eyes dry
savages muzzled
in dense desert
whirlpool,
vortex,
abyss,
bliss.
Terse nerval Ermintruder
Grunts and moves on.
Rambling yak cheviot.
Hear that harp!
Whisking up
A maelstrom
August 20, 2013
Farce of Habit
08:10
First post
(Come to the cook house?)
done,
much improved mood.
Scents of new sweat.
Accomplishment.
Done some thingness.
Stop turning
everything
into a poem.
Done!
Grimbeau 