Angleterre
When I once sat upon a bench
I felt that I was almost French
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Blogging
July 3, 2014
Qualm
Freaky vibes, cold, shivery.
On the brightest day it gets dark,
extreme breeds extreme,
bipolar is not an axis,
no high or low
like prices or buildings,
it is unproscribable.
There are no absolutes
Just givens.
Warmer now.
June 30, 2014
Write Terse Block
Stories swim amorphous, like Chagall sprites:
teasing & taunting, winding me rightup,
shitty harpies, chicken livers, shit lilies,
pallet knife smears, chaff and ribwort, fly blight,
wormcast, hot iron in the hole.
Answer: stop poetising, not everything.
Opaque craving: not waving, just raving.
Lunchlines. Lasagne to go; no salad leaves!
All are suspects. Whatdunnit? Poison milk,
Croak & Crosswell. Condensed gift:
dilute & quaff off this myrtle quoit.
Late, great Spooner. Leave oxtail by town drain.
Quit the spritz, Turd policeman.
Bottom inspectors of the world: ignite!
Social lurkers, shadow shams. Now you see:
Now! You donut. Dream of scrumptiousness,
crack of doom. Dunderhead heard: Thunderbird said:
“Five minutes & we’re almost there.”
June 29, 2014
Frustrum
Poor Quemada
Burning down
Torch Armada
Came to town
Scorch Dearth
After birth
Of a Nation?
Consequential
Conflagration
June 20, 2014
Fitzcaraldo
Lunchtime.
Chilly when the sun goes plug
Ate bits of last night.
Took my drugs.
Green Cold Amber.
Sun in and out.
Epiphany!
Garden excursion with coffee and cheroot.
Stare at puffy blue song swan vistas.
Make an inventory!
A gossamer feather, white as the lamb;
a cutting crowded rusty burner
(By-law say no burning till seven
on dint of death by fire; A plethora of flies.
Cut my Leg? Crimson Orinoco.
The expedition returns to base.
Bloodied but unbruised.
June 20, 2014
Normal
Orestes kills
Clytemnestra
In Slumberland:
A mattress Ide.
Blue Mother’s Day feral. Woe ensues.
Laughbarrel!
Better the tranquillity of pulchritude.
Takes your mind of things.
Truth beauty. Beauty truth. That kinda thing.
Turn of the heel. Waft of sublime stardust.
Whiff it. Insuckle. Yellow ether self.
Full as life. Teeming. Oceanically.
June 19, 2014
Temenos
Mayhap a Schnitzel?
Tennisison:
Eastbourne ladies
sing this song:
Do-da-do-da-dei.
Torment ferments,
crystallizes,
like ice and glass.
Lapis Lazuli Sky
Attila the Flotilla’s back with
a looking-glass, seeing-eye dog,
Anna Cornucopia,
myths of lanky dogend.
Mystical hollow children
call from the far horizon:
‘give me love or give me love.’
June 19, 2014
Spencer Tracy
Now,
A medicine ball props me up.
I find myself on a purple furlough
from San Drunken to Alchotraz:
fatter, stupider, floundering
wondering
Why –
which is always a stupid question,
as I well know
(should know better
but don’t).
Regrets?
I’ve hand a few…
June 19, 2014
Locus: Teeter
Perm-interrupt of daydin,
blight noise,
like thistledown,
calls me down for
an absinthe
and
an anchovy.
Stubborn as
stillborn longhorn,
I wrastle with my conch shell
and succumb
May 24, 2014
Veronica Lake
…after a prolonged retreat
back in the sod-all,
back
to the ordure.
Like micky spillane
Complete with
A brain
In a drain
Grimbeau 