The Amputation
Like Keaton
Granite fey
Agog
Aghast
Watching you
Alone
Walking away
Those sublime hands
Thrust deep
That old grey, fleecy,
Hoody down
Right to leave
While the goings
Bad to bloody
Pointless
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Arts
February 11, 2015
Black Sheep
Chill falls fast on fingers,
weighty air,
stark draught,
feet echo shiny,
clicks in corridor.
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Still, stall stiff on collar,
chiding air,
bark wrath,
face grotto slimy,
bricks in cellar door
February 11, 2015
Bust
Working away at this old stone,
older than you or I,
older than the hills,
the sea,
the sky.
A chip here, a scrape there, turn
it round assisted
by a cast of thousands,
starring Rock
as Itself.
February 11, 2015
The Hidden Perils of the Shallows
once while drowning
sheepishly
in the Black Sea
a big black boat
snook up and jumped
me from behind
after some time I
pulled what of me
was left together
tucked it up safe in
screeds of belly lard.
a rescue party
arrived and asked
me if I’d seen me.
I said a curt yet
polite no and
crawled back ashore.
February 11, 2015
Roxy
Deep dark blue
Indigo Ink
Squids under
Black Seas
She crossed herself
hoping to die
how come she
ended up living
a lie?
A life sentence…
A death sentence…
A syntax of despair…
Quick smart snicker
Polka dot
Gypsy dancer
White skies
Kissed the red earth
Dying to live
Ended up dying
A truth
February 10, 2015
Stranger on a Train
I do not fit in with anything today
just passing through with as little fuss,
the bare minimum. Today is not
a day dodging knives and barbs,
rolling under punches,
taking issue large and small,
crucial and otiose
No, today I shall be a rough sketch moving,
a fleshed out notion, a shadow of a familiar
I cannot be bothered to recall.
See, it works – I tried to recall.
It is good to talk when no one’s listening,
just pretending, no revealed or hidden agendas,
no issues to take account of. Hassle free.
February 10, 2015
Carneval
Last night’s feast for lunch instead, postponed due
to pork pies. A Quiche! Bless you. Shrove
next Tuesday. Easter April Five. Another
forty days & forty nights wilderness.
Invert and live in lushious luxury!
The Jolly Messiah, rollicking cove
frolicsome, flatulent, Fallstaffian
Game for a laugh. Fat cross bum. Floozies seep
with laughter. Knickerpissing! Raus, Raus.
Crucifixion riot. Festival of the oppressed.
Why waste carnival on the cold months?
Turn the world upside down in Spring.
Letta tausand blumen blume…
February 10, 2015
Wrecking Ball
After the ball bounce
Ricochets back between eyes
Reeling in the ears
Stumbling, rumbling, thundering
Tenements lack confidence
Disorientated
Blitzed, razed,
Untenable
Ruins
Sigh out Loud
The urge to destroy is a
Creative Fiction
Born of turbulence
&
Friction
Dereliction of solemn
Duty.
Developers pursuing
Booty
February 10, 2015
Meat is Murderous
Goat’s eye moon subsides
Ruthless Heck cows run amok
Von Stroheim goes ape
February 9, 2015
The Compleat Works of Grimbeau
#1
What kind of fuel are you?
Wind, she replied,
What about you?
Paper
#2
When do they beguine
The beguine?
After the
…
#3
The night had
A thousand
Eyes
Ouch!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
#4
Nights in White Satin:
Freezin’
#5
Young and green
Only seventeen
okra
#6
Who let the dogs out?
Who let them
in?
#7
And now
The end
Is
Here
Grimbeau 