ruth
island of cuddles
sea full of troubles
logs hissing a fire
serial liar
skun==ull of bubbles
world full of muddles
Grimbeau
Scroodles
September 20, 2018
Cant regard
Clean and dry, Romper suited, booted in cheapo,
garish green Primark slippers,
I kiss the hogs,
mount the trusty chair
&
roll out to face the world of sticks and stones
that break your bones
and slick weasel words
that pay us scant regard
September 20, 2018
hurry canoes!
Bathing in a swimming hole at the top of Victoria Falls.
Undersea weather
Cattle low unlike hanging fruit
naked water buffalo blush
Woolly mammoth dribble off
waterlogged dogs trumple
thunder rumbles on
September 20, 2018
‘fraid knots…
…flaky funferal, gravity free yoga class,
hanging from the ceiling wrapped
up in a blue sheet,
fear of parachute failure,
tied up in fraid knots
mindful tussle to unravel,
fresh direction of travel:
Laundromatica.
September 15, 2018
Noman at Korny Tablet (feeelin Auk up)
Crowded out by here over hear crowded outFacts are simple facts are straight end: heterosax soots water frontispeice bone dry nymphos dusty bathe fucking with our head-pristinesses any old iron contra-basses sow From crowded dawn droop to barren dusk dross daily diddle dawdle cross cussed county Rosscommon to barren loss Muckross winkling sly nap watercresses hid under mildewed leafmoulds eyam a bird not a hawk sparrow whish whooosh eye am gun
September 13, 2018
Hey Wain
On my way here,
Descending,
Supine in
a white wheelie bin, guess what?
got some treasure
falling it was, upside down,
hissing down big time,
loose, heavy, easy display:
golden showers!
obtuse long lanquid splashes
slit dense wet grass,
teasing emerald, silver crystal
ephemeral sprites:
trinkets, but too
quick, robust,
capricious to pocket,
to show off
after to softer, bolder presences,
Noon’s Guys, casting shorter shadows,
Origin – a higher calling,
sotto voce potent phrases
kicking over the pony traces.
September 12, 2018
Pyx
Third tercile 2 0 1 6
commences picture speck elation ship: a nascent summer day breaks nice enoughly mice stir droppings, benign idle slanted hues define clandestine marigolds staring Moonlight fed by dawn day succubus
Crawls inside dirty stop out loony…
INTERIOIR –
Zoo room
Caged leopards prowl plaintive Hoot of timid owl dark as it is I must wake
feeling got up out of it: thus everso Miffed.
—Just Me. Huh? said lone drone Grumpy-Poohs, too much cakes and twisted tricycles
It is…T u es d ay…the second of a u gu st 201 6. Aussie Marxists talking Turkey jiblets Scribbles jog minus slog? Indwelling, mon armour. Spotted reification: University challenges meltsway Poxy sleep. Ratty. Wet now—dry later. So it is. Get dat desk fit for purpose:
Why bloody wires must conspire.
—Alright
Alrighht!
…I’m doing it
NOw
Sprint write it off quick (take your time: hurry up). Ja vole— yes a shower later, later.
Alright
Alrighht!
…I’m doing it
nOW
Why can’t you see I’m busy (trying ). Agitated, creepy presence. Out, out doggone spot. Go luvverly up your shelf. Don’t wanna be no dreg, after all. Handbag lady laces blue suede shoes. Cognisant of the morning news Under my skin up my nose round & rounder in my lank hair trite sprite clings onto dawn gloomdross Comely maiden dross— Out, out, out. Count up Damn Tasks: garden, self, showers, trowels Etwas anders noch? Durrgh…
~
Bleak as House out there Marigolds coshed by moonlight Lovely up you whelp
Shin up Mt Nose to eyeball tarn Stray lank hair in dank light socket
Unplugged juggernaut Shipwreck: Lady Queen of Bluesgrinds out loud love’s
old sweet songs over tureens Gave up the ghost writing it was time to break free
Put on the rashers Will it be Coffee or Tea?
Kissed unenthusiastic neighbours A pond farewell Stray lank hair nags bloodshot eyeball stings like hell (toasted two old roadies to get said freak show on the road) Fifteen minutes first thing first chomp an oldie, smoke, drink A pot of coffee & Unleash Cabbage effluent on an unssused speck Five hours buggering around – WAX – hair free website (Why?) airheads ponder tedium Get cracking on now —that’s better isn’t it?
Old hobbits die (hahahaha) hard
‘’…’ate a
B E L&T—S ?
(B a co n
Eg g
L e tt u ce
A nd
To ma t o—
S an dwi c h)
Royal Naval Robe without a belt (or hat): flapping & dangling around my chaps droopy tippets or Tom-Tom Baker’s dozen scarfaced In Doctor Who’s Who used to (the gown not the belt) looking quite dishevelled, I suppose two way mirror crack’d don’t dare to look if I were in your shoes—think with a long head on might it not put you off your elevenses and/or twelves’.’
After glum surgeons cut off my cutesy whiskers post fungal strife erupts maintained some decorum despite such besmirchment overcame survivor guilt for it only Takes one snip—
Eine kleine Augenblickchen
So it was as sure as eggs Is eggs is egg is Big questions cropped up At the heel of the hunt
avaricious prying eyes huffing sighs mock analyse occidental suicides—geiger counter never stops Weighing up the pros and cons Of cannibalism’s Human rights record
By focussing on bogus outcomes both Positive & negotiable elephantine silences
break wind and titter uncontrollably inside drag’s ragged hedge fledgling zoot suits sibillate on saxophone sedge
‘Each one counts’
‘yes, of course it does: each
And every one counts one more ’
September 12, 2018
tea party for the mandrake
We press on regardful that…
It’s Maundy Thursday
We must love one another
or there’ll be trouble
tomorrow morning after
a heavy night on the tiles
awaiting cold spring rainfall
selected leaf out
extra special attention
chosen at random…
please allow me to
introdouche myself
man of well fanned haste
September 11, 2018
Nightstare on Vellum Sheet
Is it sleep wakeshiftime?
Only just before clocksays nine, a warm still heavy evening groove, musky dusky, smell of drying hosed down earthy foodstuffs, traffic air settling taxi rank , no breeze or trees. Still heavy yield summer night. Ninetheless…
My kaftan is wet; music grates, wringing it makes me feel warmer than bevor: it shouldn’t. Trampstink: that’s it; stale groin, summer stale. out of conditioner. Bouquet of ersatz snow drop.
Go jump in a vacant lake. Can’t walk. Again. Still can’t walk. Gurn and bear it. Dense. You brought it all on yourselves monitors read say so no-one else is to blame. To blame. No-one else? There be scapegoats available ! Surely… go make someone up then.
You’ll do. A reader. Now, what are you like, Reader? Read…err.
Shivereeeeeeeeee.ee.eee.
‘Would you like your kaftan hung up outside?’
‘How can I reach it in the morning? Hang it up on the door…but even’
Cannot hang out and retrieve your kaftan? Liar. You could if you tried a bit, but I get your point about leaving shit around. Look at it. Everyfuckingwhere. Have a cider and forget it, you sullen self-pitying sack of soppy cyprian spuds from Syracuse…
‘Pass me the tepee, I’m unsettled.’
‘In a minute, I’m doing something’
Nothing comes of nothing. Something then, better than nothing; unless nothing is something. Back to square one, or the same one that where we were. Were. A funny place you always return to, even now; or, then. Slipped it your notice the slipping. Don’t slip: you don’t notice yet you know, don’t you know. How does it feel when you are not it, tell me? Prithee counsel me, I impish floor you. Prithee finger food.
‘Voulez vous volleyball?’
Volestranglers of the world delight?
September 11, 2018
Riddums
animation met a sticky one
blown away puer anarchy
downsized collective conchshellnesses
Personified Vietnam as glitch
Seen Through GI Gilmore’s peepers
In the Jungle Book called Life
Apocalypse Now & then builds strangers!
Was justice a matter of time spent wishing?
After red masque ball pastiche, rehash
Hanging out dirty washing on the Maginot Line
Computer generated egos crumble under post optical somatic catatonics
Grimbeau 