Back Seat Driver
Dare, go on dare, do some work!
Teetering on the brink, uh.
Watching the kitchen sink.
Go on and do some work.
But…
there’s the pain, and the weather,
and the tories, and those socks, the dog,
and the…Shut up and do some work.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Arts
February 5, 2014
Moniker Called By…
Chatting small, enduring twaddle and passing comment on the news,
the wonderful weather, Ents and death trances, and
recent sightings of drunken old muckers puking on poodles
Every so often there are smartphone snapshots of dormant pets,
a dinner dance after a few, a flying saucer over Tesco’s,
the paddling pool in the back garden, and some baby humans.
During tales of goings-on in times past, the clock is seen, nattering over.
Down to brass tacks: hoovering, bed-making, tidying, graft, filling in forms.
Today I am torn between Albert Camus or Kermit the Frog: I sign ‘Dean Martin.’
February 5, 2014
Agony is…
…real but invisible,
defined but uncertain,
yesterday and tomorrow.
For forever and a day.
The sheer never, never,
Neverendishnessness…
…And you, fellow sucker,
And me over here, shallow fucker,
bob about in these
shark-infested waters,
Quints ready for the taking,
Bamboos and rubber Treeplants.
February 4, 2014
Secret Squirrel
Some people work
for a living.
I write…
Sometomes.
February 4, 2014
Prandial Snooze
Our Zero is back.
Huzzah, huzzah…
Back triumphantly from Nodl,
festooned with laurels,
plaudits,
smelling of spring fresh mint and lavender thongs.
– Have a cigar!
– Thunk yew muchly…
Don’t tow:
Shell.
Wish like new comer: wash like an old comer
…say lurvee, say lurgair.
Life’s so unfair.
Weeps lots.
Drugstime;
coffee two.
Get down, hep kat!
Pickled pumpkin head in a Pipkin!
Whatever will they think of nexty next…
jugged hair, lungs tongues in arsenic, potted wimp?
February 4, 2014
Next!
Midday…
Morseless rain all morning,
Steady persistent, ruthless, insistent,
Yet sometimes relenting
snide off-pisser.
So…
We Diggers curse this argent,
quick drip liquid,
call it a gluttonous mire hawker
(and sometimes worse)
Then…
Plangent noon sun stops play.
An early lunch and cribbage
Approaches from the West.
As Buddha flies over the cuckoo’s nest.
February 3, 2014
Auto de Fe
A Vesta,
Red Swan Lucifer:
Sudden
Phiszfff!
Just like that..
Immolation.
Funferal fire.
Charcoal, butts,
And ashes
In a
Glass dish
Cum ashtray
February 3, 2014
Play
Slow going, going slow, sigh blue, going round
Blow a bubble, paraffin and monocle, pursed lipstick lip
Bigger, jelly heavy bubble, floppy.
Heavy air: barometer finger low, rain and fruit
Plop!
On the rug, spectral petrol wobbles, see through puff-ball
Houses cypress frond
Watch, watch and…
Pop!
Blow another?
Laters
February 3, 2014
Subway
Lurking turd,
shower hour,
dough gone sour,
ate a bird,
lemon curd,
not a word
invisible man,
caravan,
Santayana,
eat you manna,
heaven sent,
penitentiary,
elementary,
speckled band,
Look! No hands,
shifting sands,
camel dung,
song is sung,
iron lung…
cheesecake,
winelake.
February 2, 2014
Swinish Multitudes Arise!
Let us pause for smoke and prayer…
Teeming sardines in the Arab Sea
A billion starlings over the Fens
Sensing food and predator.
Poor old religion gets another lambast
Courtesy of these withered digits
Hens in the back are revealed as angels,
a blackbird coyly juggles rats
Louche, pleasant, twisted opiate dreams.
The bayou shoulders slow magnolia
Grits for slow, big, muddy river that quivers
Magnificent regardful like a python
Weighing up the yearly weenie
…in the Jacuzzi of good and evil
Grimbeau 