Ode to a Lincolnshire Sausage
Such wondrous feasting!
make intransigence
give way to transformation
ghostly dead grey days dissemble
autonomous motion pictures
inanimate manikins
submit to buff lamination
& stringent English Mustard
Grimbeau
Scroodles
December 12, 2016
December 11, 2016
Morning becomes Electric
Cool moon and Venus,
thick tar bipolar cable
stands in for a horizon,
shutter your left eye
frame it all in one clean
elongated myopic square
careful to include
insignificant details-
bare rowan twigs,
fragile mildew gilded boughs,
beatified by sun,
bronzed as clean new gold.
(midwinter berries perish
in robust spring storms,
eaten by cold doves,
or down drains
flapping about
like sink spiders floundering
in numinous U-bends
under sinks
all over the world).
December 11, 2016
The Invisible Sixth
Traffic trumps ethics clucks…read a bit, listening to gnomes & druids
Swaggering clouds puff dragon’s teethy briar pipes…
Milton in fetters, Blake O’Blumenthal.
Blake’n’Pinball—Marriage of Heaven and Hell
All time top score!
Mummblings inner cavernous sports hall near Hemel Hempstead
Mystical masterpieces…and why knitty-knot?
Kind hearted adult rage
Incandescently
Go follow your bliss—mental composer!
Clay, Eveline…who are you kidding, Bud?
Lazy putz, busking it, busking it sloppily
It is not writing, is it?
Just not as we know it, Radar
Smoked salmon rags,
house radish sauce &
flash green brain salad sandwich
scourge my philistine god
Afternoon preoccupied
Chewing on it
Repenting at leisure—
In the belly of the fish
Monsters! All shapes & sizes
Variety of small grain boxes
‘what d’you want today?’
The invisible sixth one
December 11, 2016
Hip-Hop
Wobbly pins today
Whacked out all night wall walker
Putting on sea legs
Walk like an Egyptian
Provides chronic ironic
Cerebral mantra
lends rhymer rhythm
on icy towpaths
December 10, 2016
Land without Bread
Tea tree pungency
Midday twenty three.
Kilbride’s secret went
to the grave with him
everso tiny
peanut butter sandwiches
stitched into his stomach lining
there were no flies on Kilbride
just wasps and hornets
Pretty common for late August
In Andalucía
December 9, 2016
Skinwatch
Carbuncles, moles, tumescensces,
spots, scar tissue, warts, blackheads, scabs,
bubos, boils, and bruises…the rest is blistery.
December 9, 2016
Timbuktu
poetry
is
an
absorbing
way to
carry on
…
a
frustrating
palaver
at
the best
of times
…
pecu
liar
ly
enjoy
ab
le
…
mi
asmic
put
res
cence
…
stag
nant pool
quint
essence
ally
…
like
omni
buses
it
takes you
places
…
some
quite
odd
like
Timbuktu
December 9, 2016
A Jakes Progress
Father lampshade,
Mother rug,
go gliding upstairs
through dreek formless fug,
real time is taking shape.
~
Thus can Moby Grapeseed dwell
in grotty motley,
spangled alcazar;
nasalizing hypnotic
verse into a well-travelled
voice recorder on the jakes
for acoustic, hygienic
and ambient purposes.
~
Here he will be found by a
stranger with an
axe and smartphone,
who will flush out thoroughly,
do his duty and wash his hands
December 7, 2016
…two doors down
red cross parcel weird ripped
Open by calm alacrity
Strident cumulus
Any colour you pick out twice
Peculiar paint box bollard
(at this juncture-named red house—
You know the old barns?)
Straw broke tallow willow
Sceptred broken leather clasp
Strange Misericord
makes definition
stop making sense by
form without we breathe
December 6, 2016
”the who…?-
What bliss awaits me below?
Something hot & spicy
Most probably not
You’re really struggling
Hey-ho dontya know the cats
Seethe despair differently
Mucal chissled grins
Hang hissing round the door
Most insistently
They beg for essence:
Ignored children shout a lot
Grimbeau 