Autumn Almanac
Dancehall days are here again
Couch potatoes go to seed
In front of Goggle boxes
Outside equinox well
…Equinoxes
You can strictly stick Strictly
Come Dancing up your sad arse
Farce repeats as history
In
…Paradoxes
Grimbeau
Scroodles
September 9, 2016
September 9, 2016
In Her Own Write
book of the week ends with six pips
her name was Beryl Bainbridge
her sparkling eyes & dazzling quips
cascading from her lucid lips
finely sculpted flattened vowels
came back to me from
a documentary I once saw
about John Lennon
September 8, 2016
Tribes
Feral Beryl married Bill Sensible - a brown shoe salesmen They lived for a while in Strawberry Hill Then came the schism Reason: Post-Imperialism
September 8, 2016
Homo Deus
Homo Deus rises far too early, doing nobody no favours, plugs in the cat and stares mindfully at a cherished hologram
Grand auto thieves scamper for cover across the kitchen ceiling, Spider Siddall and the gang know when to err on the side of caution
It is now time to retrieve the clavicle from the birdbath, a delicate task demanding scant attention for those bent on self-destruction
The Tannoy erupts into life, someone in Patagonia has decapitated a backpacker with a wayward pitch of the bolus
Despite nemesis and a string of letters to the local authorities, a group of birds persists in the annoying practice of respirating squawkily
September 7, 2016
pharmakon
Changes on the way
This takes longer than a day…
Five hogs is far too many
Garden full of junk
Take it as it is
Forget about it
When I cannot write
I write
i ca nn otw rite
There is nothing to
write about
when I cannot
write so I write
ican
no
twr
ite
when I can
garden full of junk
this takes longer than a day
forget about it
change is on the way
take it as it comes
five hogs is enough
when is day afternoons
go on and on
forever
September 7, 2016
Beguinage
Seven Books,
spider words,
snuffed snow
black candle.
A leeward window draft.
Please reprise the reprise.
Axminster Aztec
brick brown rug.
Time to go south,
flight to light.
Nice.
There to remain in sunshine nights.
Mornings open doors to lazuli
lapping the boulevard.
Coy smell of fish, cognac, and coffee.
Dogs yelp gulls off:
Jazzzzzzzzz…..
September 7, 2016
Greens
maybe tangelo looking up first thing see i want to fall in love eventually one day just to feel how it felt looking up first thing i see your pumpkin orange gloves
September 6, 2016
‘Awe! That Fall…’
bum sore after Sunday
drunken stumbling clunking fall
loose green sock cops blame…
Grimbeau 