Trout Rainbow
Midday blooms
in passing cloud,
Brrghhh.
Turn up heat.
It is
Garlic bread still
under grill.
Cheerful tunes
trill ditties,
twee baroque
flute and warble
while We
observe the fig tree
perspicaciously.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Home and Garden
April 10, 2014
Libretto
Cloud cover.
giggle of spoon
on plate.
Dishing up dinner.
Smells sound
April 3, 2014
From Hull
Half-tidy:
the house shrinks.
Apricot evening,
millpond
offing:
footpath.
Calm does calm.
dinghy sandwiches
In the bar
The land
lying lower.
April 2, 2014
Fuggy
Altogether now!
Laws were made
for the obedience of Fools,
and the guidance of Wiseguys.
April 2, 2014
Reach for the Skies
The
Wrong sorts
Of
Saharan sands
And car smut,
And fumes
Industrial & Domestic,
Combine
Continental
And homemade
Detritus
become
atmosphere:
some air left.
April 1, 2014
Circuit Broker
Big, thick mist carouses car hum and buzz.
Warmer globe, scoop the parrot, wetlands lie low,
Exposed, vulnerable, prone.
Low emerald hopes incline,
in the windless mill pond offing gannets
fight for alfalfa seven times diurnally.
The French fleet lurk behind the seaweed bar
Waiting for the cows to come home to roost.
March 27, 2014
Been Fishin’
Company and drink
enter the room
warm menace, sardonic, knowing, sage
Scarlatti.
When this episode, this little jolly, is over, is it
another Tempest.
An
attractive, familiar, alternative,
sickening, horrific, act of self-harm,
abuse, and neglect?
Why this lack of worth, of purpose, of me?
But,
if this is me how can the alternative
attractive familiar be denied?
Take a good look at the situation.
How does one change it, confront, combat it?
Have a nice day!
Sinball!
Without a hangover as well.
Forget the bottle,
you got the bottle.
Repression.
Gonna play this game of life to win:
shower at eight, sort papers, get creamed up
and dressed
and go,go,go…
March 23, 2014
My Pale Wall
Light,
heat
and light:
utopia.
night falls
real
slow
Oil and
Water hour,
tangerine salmon
swim pink wall
pool now
showing
jejune
turquoise
tome coat
starring
three dead
famous
heads
jolly
blue Jakes.
Yucca
deadly
jungley
floods
sliding:
All the air
Full of hair
Strawberry…
March 19, 2014
The Threepenny Bit Opera
Coming up to six.
End of nice days
after tomorrow
just
for a few weeks.
Auric sun on pink wall,
new bronze age.
Savers saved,
survivors not.
So no cause for concern
then:
Sufficient unto the day
is the evil thereof?
March 18, 2014
PM
No post today
Blog and door.
Busy
being unknown by
and to the outside world.
Inside
howsoever
the world was
mad hectic:
sitting reading, eating,
staring, smiling, scowling,
snarling, sighing, tutting
spitting, speaking, saging,
mulling, musing, chuckling,
nodding, turning, snooping,
slurping, sighing, smoking,
standing, stepping, shaking…
That’s Quite Enough
words commencing
with ‘s’ for now.
Grimbeau 