Not bad for an orange achy drone!
This is the paperwork jerk
Lick flick wicker
lithesome stick
Drella’s bubblebath
A Nightwatchman crawls on
Berkeley Square
In the Snow
These dreams of Yew
Kaleidoscopic hysterics
Quinine mauve sinew
Mandrake incantations
Mad but true
Dumped sizzling pariah
Madcap laughing Tourette’s
Send chocolate bribes
I
am It
Impossible to
Live without
So are you
From time to time
frequently
More not
Than often
You hate to
feel like this
about us,
particularly
when we just
Sit doing thinks
Our dead eyes
staring out scarecrows
watching birds fly painted
frozen page
aware
big ideas
swiftly disperse
wonderstuffs
Too far out,
too previous,
horse chases cart,
down the winding
rutted track
half-heartedly
stampeding
The Danish verge on the green.
Biomass & wind: a potent combo
(resists ratatouille quip). The dog’s gone off!
The Dreamer Wakes.
In Nebraska there is a river called Dismal.
The toilet turns over a new leaf.
A terrible beauty is born.
White carpet carnage
Contrary little varmints
Annihilated
Ruthless sucking gas mask tube
Makes light work for Pinkerton’s
Golf girl plumb potty
flipped clean absent trolley
on treacherous pin
A chaos of familiar streets edge the hub,
smell the humming throng murmur and burr.
Was that a car door or a suicide bomb,
splatting like a bursted, maddened boil?
We look up for more, get none and get back up to pace.
Streets wail blocked with beds and wardens.
We bustle along skulking, tutting, smiling,
Snarled, peering, eyes down, anti-heroes,
Loose limbed, bloodied free climbers…
But the main sport selfie masks –
learnt as toddlers when we dodged all
punishment for our misdemeanours.
The wealth of notions,
manifold
nano-agues
quelled by herbal
detonators;
vigilant magpie,
looking up for it
like a ska band cover;
gathering storm clouds
from the unfair,
violet west:
all of these
and more
by invasion
define my musing,
trip me up
as I oil up
readying
for slippery,
deeps matters of state.
Excuses whisper
it is said on the
weather
it is said.
I collapse in
Turquoise slop,
trying to remember
What
these excuses were…
All power to the imagination!
Perspicacity:
When push
came to shove.
My best advice
to those concerned –
Watch the lips
Ignore the words
Grimbeau 