Pop up half mill.
Say it again.
Pop up…light sill.
Comprises:
Dried flowers, heads well dead.
-‘allo Vera
-‘allo Grim
…
All I recall before the whirring blur…
Landrover in the hall.
Half banana & Muesli.
Cheesy cauli scoff by Bo.
Nix no more…
…
Spectacle respectable,
hi-silver scudders
heading Wenward.
Fade to mauve diluted grey.
Two crows lope left.
Stilled of a sudden.
A polyp in Port Said
abundant floribunda.
No man cast asunder
Met
The Jazz Singer
On foot:
Original
Talkie
Walkie
Al Jolson Sings Again
Freudian Tourette
offends fellow travellers
with slap of the tongue
When people get asked
how they want
to be governed
they say nothing
or better:
true
democracy
all that water
under the bridge
avoiding
the swim
you cannot
bathe in
the same river
once
When the sun
overclouds
cold scurries up my leg.
All that hoary glory –
sadly, I was right!
This is going nowhere slow.
So slow it runs backwards
rewind hollow tat
anti-clock
wisely
bona fide
enemy of the state
Yes, gumption is a problem
They are building siege towers
Am I worthy cannon fodder?
The petrified squirrel says no
Women know when you
let go the ghost
coz you stink
she shouts
in bronze mask
In the sugar hole
prized out last remaining twix
hopeful of some oomph
Pickled punchy
Monday morning sot
K2 ascension
trudge and huff.
Wind blusters, gusting away
remnants of claggy, stubborn night.
Wolf pack rampant roadmap
eyeballs throb in misty mirrror.
Brain damage limitation.
Fromage marshmallow ganglia.
Camembert opaque frosted
Yellow day.
…
Insurgent tree surgeons
gather storm broken
eucalyptus limbs.
Big cavernous rumbles.
Apple tree crumbles.
Head waiter fumbles,
stumbles, tumbles.
The tray vibrates
gawky albatross libations
part company with host,
comic crash slapstick pratfall
radical payload scatters
huddled throng,
babbling surprise looks on aghast,
desultory fat barman
fetches bucket and mop,
mumbling vacuous
‘Sorriesirs, Moddoms…’
glaring doom on prone
crone squirming,
yelping victim
plaintive noises,
just made jobless
in gin and debris.
So we cut the abstract,
not like light or mayhem
See that, I missed it too
Perhaps it…no
Don’t fall for that
Luxury
Turn off the light.
Shan’t see now
Angels
This is you and me
Once immediate
Like a memory
Of
Important lightning
Grimbeau 