Jitterbugs
On the blue rock
Of a lapus lazuli
Under western skies
We, our feet caked with soot,
Dance like idiots
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Anticipation
November 13, 2015
Modus Vivendi
The day turns
on
fifteen minutes
will he or will she not come?
I have unlocked the door,
fetched out the crap,
brought in the milk.
It is very windy and
the sky threatens rain.
Things that deter unnecessary travel.
Four minutes to eleven.
Looks like a no show.
Make alternative arrangements.
Change tack.
Map out a new course.
A new modus vivendi.
October 8, 2015
Crunchtime Brunchtime
From Our Home Correspondent.
Cherooted to the spot,
overshadowed
by some tree made giant
by Oktober suns low chariot,
this crisp Oktober noontime hour
in frosted sharp clear air.
*
Gentlemen wash & change,
Do not shave till sundown,
The flavour of the day –
crude coarse heretical cripple.
And if it’s out its wrap up warm,
three thick layers, thick socks,
smart black gloves and torn bandana.
To go where, where to go?
Just out. That’s all. Just Out.
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Come, task me a challenge,
throw down a gauntlet
& I’ll throw my old
straw hat in the ring,
& should I fail I’ll
eat the bugger up,
and if I don’t you will
The game’s afoot.
Grimbeau 