Phew-a-Brew Time
Nine and a bit of fun boy three and weak sun;
cold fingers tingle
so…
perhaps downunder for a warm and a brew.
Up since five: must stay warm. Limp lions cut no
mustard & cress
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Food
May 9, 2013
Maxim’s
Put
Dirty Knives
In the Dishwashing Machine
Of
Inconvenience
To aspiring dishwashers,
Chefs to be:
Pastry, Master, Sioux,
Or Head.
April 11, 2013
It…
Then
breaks clear, steady indigo day,
one star awake in the west, cautious
action on the horizon;
nerve
ends flapping on the wind, nerve ends
like underwater shrubbery,
waving and posturing,
sometimes
leeward bowing; sometimes starboard:
a massed rank of constant certainty.
I claim the right to dream in words.
Yesterday
afternoon I ate two
chocolate chip cookies,
the straws that broke the camel’s belly,
and now everything is blubber
& stool.
March 19, 2013
chocolate dough nut
See, I forget my drift!
I have lost me moorhens.
Scattered mummeries
of the dreams we left behind
in the service station
on a beige plastic table
stuck on a wet floor
A low and rhythmic
mopper
mops
somnambulances.
I see myself in a documentary,
a lone rider resting before the next crusade.
Infidel Castro,
beard and cigar,
flying down to Rio for the show:
No chance of light,
tonight
Knight.
Grimbeau 