Snoooze…
Day dawdles,
stuff happens,
silly buggers,
red tape blisters,
and smarts.
Raspberries regret
bad taste
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Arts
August 26, 2013
Glimpse Caught
Backside,
Z-framed
Larder door
Right angled
Very steep
Leaning still
With brass coat
Hook intact
After sixty years
Provides support to
Green Wheelbarrow
Propped chassis out
Sunbeam ignites
Spiders golden strand.
August 24, 2013
Complex On
Go and do the copy
now the kettle’s boiled.
Face the facts.
Dossers made
not born.
Only child,
spoilt brat,
get fat
and sad.
What about?
My lot.
Sorry, mate!
Sorry state!
Too late never.
Don’t be clever.
Know your place.
Eat your face
When peckish.
Sliming rhyme
Closing time
August 24, 2013
Nessum Dorma
In the names of gods and sods,
we all perish.
Unlike the giant sink spiders, who,
like Andy duFrais,
made it via drain,
to bask in cool,
silver basins,
asylums,
and bathe in the tumult
of the morning tap tsunami.
Kettle on,
wipe and flush
the mushrooms.
Trousers round
lifeless ankles.
The shame of it!
The shame.
Baby safe in the microwave:
Suffocated. Cars meander still
slate dead drivers slowmo halt
in open sewer.
Ringa ringa roses…
Today,
some place in Shetland,
an upside-down helicopter on sand.
A phone rings, it is my doctor.
He say: ‘I will be late.’
‘Okay’, I say, ‘so will I’.
August 22, 2013
Gin
Postcard:
World Banker
A Week of Wakes
High tides beckon
Water snakes
Sacrum idyll
For Padjamers
Get tranqil,
In Calma…
‘Weather’s here –
Wish you were
Nice.’
Tarakos is
Not like Cos…
So next year…
Charabanc to
Eudaimonia.
August 22, 2013
Sult
Boiled eggs & pills,
the day distils
sun syrup.
muggy bees
drip honey,
legumes swell
and burst,
we eat sweet
orange vine
love apples,
call a giant runner
Bolt,
lazing on a soapy afternoon…
August 21, 2013
Biscay
A cooling breeze
up here
on the dark side
of the sun:
bins rumble
sleepily,
need a feed,
or do I?
Dander up,
Dumbo down…
float like a
gutter fly,
sing like a flea.
Get shorter!
Elmore shores
in the mean
streets of heaven,
mixing it
with the Inquisition:
‘Who hid the Remington?’
‘Peter the Punter.’
Eyes dry
savages muzzled
in dense desert
whirlpool,
vortex,
abyss,
bliss.
Terse nerval Ermintruder
Grunts and moves on.
Rambling yak cheviot.
Hear that harp!
Whisking up
A maelstrom
August 15, 2013
All that Fall
Opiate wood earth
brunette even glass,
leaf plumes.
Rain insists easy as
heavy tears of Mayo.
A Cuspid day
Fangs a lot.
Frond reaping:
marking out the autumn field
for fallow deer and rabid ox…
-Windows shut?
-Yea…yes: Clunk.
Smoke and mirrors.
A soft, lilac world
turns turtle purple:
Tempes Fuchsia
August 5, 2013
Being Flat
Flat or what? What.
Too much Cider
Saturday night
Seemed a good
Idea
At the time.
Yesterday
Slept a lot
Barely ate
No wonder
I feel flat
This morning.
August 3, 2013
Shake, Rattle & Roll
Milk & (so much) More mail me:
‘Grimmy, beat the heat with a summery shake!’
Little do they know; out of the mouths of babes and
Sucklings.
Chucklings all round, paroxysms
Epileptic fits
Now,
That’s a bone-fide
Summary shake.
Grimbeau 