Kakoa Musk
One
Lamb, aubergine, avocado
Saved
Shallots, garlic, tomatoes
De-constructed
Moussaka
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Food
March 26, 2015
Brunch on the Hop
Stilton, garlic,
three-egg omelette,
ripe vine tomato,
breaded cure ham
and
Espadrille.
Yum-yum
March 26, 2015
Hils
Hilary Clinton
drops by suppertime
tinned sardines on toast
Masterchef:
Ivor Cutler bangs one out…
women of the world take over
if you do not the world will
come to an end
it will not
take long…
‘You guys!’
she
chuckles
‘We make
love
&
peace’
March 25, 2015
Scram Bell
Minister of Musicians,
new war dance teacher,
once knew my father…
Showered, creamed, slithered,
hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…
Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter
little book of shrugs
sanskrit aubergine eggplant
histrionics
took fizz codeine med
brain dead inebriation
small town called chicken
do you like your eggs
sunny easy side up over
boiled poached benedict
March 21, 2015
Keeping Worm
Lanolin folded cream
Rolled ploughed furrowed
Clouded brow field
Sky blue food dye filling,
one indigo dropped in a sea
of sky goes miles
Insuck ouch
It bites that wind
Just looking at it
Seated by a throbbing rad
Savaging a trembling bramble leaf
Petrifying a bare twig
Starching stiff the black tent top
And fruity pastel bin and body bags
The fat drawers and winding sheets
Creaking next door’s line
March 21, 2015
Gunge
Jerks temporal physical
ecclesiastical spits
& spats dribs and drabs
scamper like sideways crabs,
those little sand ones,
super-sensitive little critters,
don’t want them in your vestments.
Just thought makes skin creep.
Icky rinse and unction,
gentian blue, geisha socks,
hollyhocks in aspic,
that’s fixed it. spit it out,
like venom or tripe
gloopy pukey cheesy goo:
Yuksville, Ariz.
March 18, 2015
paraklute
Sure is
a long way to tip
O’Reilly
after lamb
steak nosh
some
in and out in
the cold
sunny morning
it
is as back
to be to
wooze
my way
Gideon’s
abject budget
to wake
undone
alone,
aware of onewhere
droning phone
March 16, 2015
Hubristic Wreckage
Hew rugged slither
yesterday’s one tray pork roast,
suitably dried up
penitential fare fuels wet
parlous noonday situation.
Grey March murk supplies
the worldview damp dust thin mud.
Still I am glad to
Survive weekend onslaught
With my genius still intact
March 12, 2015
Livid Kyle Funkadelic
Breathe in octave,
in one voice,
the celebration of the fungus,
sharp light on water,
a trout called esther williams
has parasites on its whiskers,
they say: ‘shave this fish, shave this fish’
and slip under a fan dancing turbine
off for porridge & smokies.
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.
Grimbeau 