Ate cake before bed,
coffee found congealed
intact, redeemable: stirred,
revived, microwaved.
Stay of execution granted
Just three hours before deadline –
brutal brinkmanship
orders from the DA
reprieved to death row
there’s no place like home
green, green grass
to touch, taste, smell
Each dawn I live.
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If you can not
Sea me scooting
Making funk
Example
This
…put on a perfect hat
Blow it up
Real good
Shsshh…
Slide trombome
Yesterday plus one
damp smell of seventies
porn mag, black and white,
thick minged,
Titbits or Parade,
lawn and hedge,
put it back where you found it:
a secret.
Stealthy wanks and aloof strops conceal
the pull and then sulky sleep,
complex born.
Delivered by a bald man from Parslow’s
who looked like a parrot,
or that comedian who made a film with a parrot,
lantern jawed, sort of Stanley Holloway,
that time anyway.
We move into different times of Happy Door
writing down the football scores
in a Woolworth red notebook
and very erudite
but for the greasy skin and hair
and the Bri-nylon shirt:
withered upturned orange collar,
second hand jacket that was always too big:
still is.
Pink salmon trousers for smart
made me look and feel like a dork,
perhaps I was!
Do not let on or you’ve had it,
there will be retribution and bullying
far worse than ever known in the history of me.
Join gangs,
walk hard and hide
clever bully,
ideas man,
dirty rec,
silly temptress with Goldie locks,
the smell of sweet wee-wee.
Bowled him!
Over
Grimbeau 