Sending nudes to perfect stranglers
during bare bulb nights
After well wrapped days―
How do immortals suffer gladly
Such a stark climate
or unspeakable weather
And never ask you
‘What force is it blows the wind
that blows us hither and thither?
The things you can do without an electronic typewriter
humble simple me—
yet the holy purpley babbling brook has been enclosed
in fancy fuzzfeed—
there is a kiosk where they strip search you & sell you
stuff you know you need, for example a goat follows
you up and you follow it round in ever creasing circles
until pop goes the
weasel and you are the prey for today—
why I didn’t give up writing was the river
it went elsewhere to an unpolluted
secret silent sea of air
beyond the fetid clouds
emitted in the form of toxic lemon drops
a way above the chimney tops which was where you found me
Shirtless people got no season to forgive…
A rollicking retinal riddle indeed
A cavalcade of mirrors
Wet skinheads in the moonlight
Ballroom dancers gloveless stomp
The casuistry of Cures
Engrossed by etymologies
Of hilarious mad Brabants
Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
a face full of kites & whites
all plot lost to angst
Sorted out my window sill
Nothings mission crept
anguish swept away substance
stupid hat cant rant
House of Teeth beneath
The North face of The Ogre!
Daily melanoma gobshites
West of Eden seething:
bleeding all the way to the tank…
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day dawns grey pink crazy haze
dream genie quits bird for bottle
torpid rush hour to Squit City.
slow sleepy jet trails backward.
Solitary blackbird yawns
when you have read this
check top of head for gaps
Yes?
You just did a pome
No?
Better luck next time
When orange meets brown
it can result in houses opposite
made up of shark’s teeth and sea bark,
stuck together by
beeswax and araldite
hidden tucked way behind
shabby giant cypresses.
Here phosphorescent dog turds
purpurate the tundra on
a sold on frosty morning.
Cedric found the Marquess of Coole spreadeagled on the Ottoman with the ‘Half Life
Of Snails’ in her bloodless grip & texted Henry so
Henry knew Edward G was heinous culpable and twigged at once he had to go.
After all the yoke was full with blistered aubergines, midget broccoli festooned the architraves, and a hairless Headcase looked perturbed wrapped only in a samphire throw.
At heart the man was a pushy upstart from Central casting; the one they always let through, the dead loss leader, the hollow idol to kill off with strychnine on a wet afternoon
Think of the afterthrill of eating chocolate in the dark and feeling a little moist.
But it was all a charade. The long positions still held firm on cupidity and smarm
Peregrine was out a sea huntin marlin for Veronica. Nailed up and bleeding effluent from
every orifice he was hooked, lined…
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Let’s talk about Rex,
Maybe
let’s talk about Zoo
& Tree
let’s talk about Soul
Zimbabwe
Dali Cointreau Jacques Tati
let’s talk about Rex
Six (eventide in I trust)
Grapewater bombs burst
Shaking densest undergrowth
—olive dark gloss blubs
Green lilac preens, cushioned bramble
Shakes it off like sorrow
Enlivened torso swells
Deuterium showers gel
From a dry spot running water
Fills an aluminium basin
Drain clogged up by scraps
Dirty spoon spadework
Want! What do I want?
Came as a shock clean out of
Pretty much nothing
Like an asteroid
Fairly blew me away though
In the blink of an eye
Shadow of what was
No not a shadow
There is no sunlight
Write about something
What…& there’s food
Food sighs lists mean choices
Think imagine remember
Something nice on offer
Stock answers ten years
As if I can remember
After that deluge
NINE is eight found wanting
stale orchids splutter
pure airways clog up overnight
no second breath come first gasper
justice thirsts as curfew darkness drains
March makes aether culprit,
Flirty snide barbs rib and niggle
vindictive zests defy belief
--when will words fall petal free?
consult yond inner demon seed
that insufferable bore that force feeds you
breast fed in orphic bubbles
drives me wild eyed to distraction
shot drops me like a polar bear
found seething raging blowing
sliced through by sabre sleet
marooned out on a dodgy asphalt shoulder starving
Only got so far that they could fake my name
before the pants were pulled down
and the sacraments began
blurted it out in dribbles and spits
left little old me in a market town alley
who would have thought it would happen here
over here of all places
Grimbeau 