Steady Tyger
Catch
the gad
fly
the sad
fly
Flittering
Fluttering
In
your
Palm
A
still born
lamb
Unbasted
Wasted
On the
likes
I call it Blake
She dedicates this
Song
to
Thee
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Cooking
March 27, 2015
Kakoa Musk
One
Lamb, aubergine, avocado
Saved
Shallots, garlic, tomatoes
De-constructed
Moussaka
March 26, 2015
Brunch on the Hop
Stilton, garlic,
three-egg omelette,
ripe vine tomato,
breaded cure ham
and
Espadrille.
Yum-yum
March 11, 2015
Well Trod Waters
Bacon, egg & jungle sarnie,
two bags ready, and an early banana –
that’s my lot, plus crash sleep
(an hour maybe).
Scrubbed scrammed black mirror hob:
Bit of ritual to settle my nerves,
my confusion at that van out there,
and that nagging
constant distant
roaring machine
behind the sky.
Wednesday afternoon
As savants well know
is never certain & could hang either way.
You never know, you just like to pretend.
February 17, 2015
Cabaret Rusticana
The smell of sweet rancid butter
elicited hysteria throughout the herded.
Hecate’s cheesy rumours proven true.
Jack Rumplewort’s doing –
the craven emasculator –
Up to his old tricks
at last
February 16, 2015
Hermeneutics
Big words
Like Doppelganger
And Psychopath
Butter no
Parsnips
February 10, 2015
Meat is Murderous
Goat’s eye moon subsides
Ruthless Heck cows run amok
Von Stroheim goes ape
January 18, 2015
Manoeuvres
Boiled eggs,
two soft boiled eggs,
four minutes sortie,
give or take a few spoonrides
for immersion and rescue –
tense moments, critical mass.
Two slices of toasted oatmeal brown:
four buttered diagonals, obtuse triangles,
bread hats for bald coolies in monsoon, torn
to shreds by bare hands for dipping soldiers
and to perform mopping up ops in egg, salt and pepper theatre.
January 15, 2015
Kneading
mould
a
boulder
on
a
shoulder
October 3, 2014
Food is Love
Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got
Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.
Grimbeau 