Gains seem Few
Three, new time
Dante on.
Hurt reading. Dante hurt.
On reading.
Hurt on. Reading Dante.
On reading.
Dante hurt.
Hurt Dante.
Reading on.
Five, new time.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Journal
March 28, 2014
Play School Run
One…
Moo-cows and moo-bulls
thick mist and drizzle.
With window open I give
Whisht; ruff & honours paused,
Play-Boys & Play-Girls
dragged half-dead from dream
to school
to play.
Two…
The big kids attend
grownup therapy
later with grownups.
Children in Need,
they exasp, have these!
Comic relief, they
sad clown, give me some
I need it.
Three…
How they chuckle
at their chosen lot.
Today, we will not
play with cats
learn
a nursery rhyme called:
Brock the Bad
Bad Badger.
Four…
The children will nap,
not get to the last,
best dream,
and cry and
scream, and run away
to live with cats and
friendly badgers
in the woods.
Five…
It is there you can
Contract polio,
malaria, diphtheria, and hysteria
like the big kids who
fetch you later and
scold you for what they’ve been through.
You will learn a lesson
They will regret.
March 28, 2014
Many Happy Returns
Adeline
slipped away
alone
with herself
together
she walked
into
the river
Forever
March 25, 2014
Brunch Lake
Not clearing, grey stays
The corseteers drink cream
Chicken cup soups
With gullible croutons
Corrugated tin roof din
Wet cats weep
Waiting for morsels
Or dead fledglings
Drowned maiden flight.
A quick gasper, some goss
Back to whalebones
And big hollow needles
For fat cameleopards
March 25, 2014
Satire is Dead
A feeling of tundra floods the changing room,
showers preoccupied by dirty, bloody,
foot resters.
How one bleeds, unaware of the stream and
puddle under the desk the surge of red
pumping rivulets,
veinfluid villa floor mosaic slopes
delta grouted runnel and gutter.
Nero’s noblest toerag spills his last.
Vomitarium graffiti states clear:
Petronius expired here
March 25, 2014
Spookies
Cannot get away
from this feeling
that I am
under constant,
insidious
surveillance.
After all,
They never stop going on about it:
The Mediums
It is difficult
not to take it
personally.
Spookies .
‘Perhaps someone is surveilling this?
comes a Little
Voice
Don’t be silly!
Whobody
in their right mind
would do that?
March 24, 2014
Something in my Eye
Jump up!
Out yer seat?
Just joking,
looky-looky yonder…
adenoidal brother
flouts the flute.
Bloody Ingrate.
Too snotty, he say:
‘Big blows.’
A
Nosey Christian prys, sighs:
‘Clueless and Bubo black, like dead sharks are.’
Mood impetigo,
slap rose petal ointment on,
take the town drain to Vermington.
Dalai Llama, come back all is been given!
Katy Lied.
March 23, 2014
Lay Lines
A long path alone,
untrodden,
as,
you presume,
like so many others.
Likelyhoods are certainties, you conclude.
Breathe the same air or what!
Steady Tyger!
Who rattled your cage, Pal?
People,
just people.
People like you with
splendid agendas,
like mine,
hidden treasure,
an encrypted chart,
a musty cave,
six big,
red daisies,
bad music,
comfy
wrecking ball.
Twenty-Four
Seven
Heaven
March 23, 2014
Act of Warship
Sunday.
All day.
Lamb chops,
mash or baked.
Oven.
What else?
A Leek.
Fags, need fags.
How?
Conscripts & regulars.
Shit…
Entropy
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…
Grimbeau 