Cobalt…
…clear new calm morning
blooms:
bright sky blue, golden glint,
pulsars thrill thawing
laurel leaf and stream.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Journal
February 15, 2014
Fragrance
Horse whispers,
sees red
bucks,
clears picket fence
scarpers
heels for dust
finds a new
stamping ground.
Seems sound:
Safe and sure
As houses
February 15, 2014
True Sailing is not Dead
Go a good brisk clip
‘Are you the captain, the crewman,
the passenger, the vessel,
the ocean?’
Chance is Lord of All!
Metaphoric…
Metamorphic…
Metarapchik…
Metamonster!
Gorgeous Krakens
and other deep creatures
engulf us
disguised as waves.
February 15, 2014
Wild, Wild Night
Crisp white linen sheets
on the hill
cracked and billowed
on the line
Stark wild clouds
flee eastward.
Wry, cow-towing
pines obey the storm
under the window,
under the pink drapes
Whimsy murmurs:
Rowan will Live.
February 14, 2014
Largesse
The fruit of my labour
so far today
Sits over in a
Modest plastic bag
Amidst other items,
It is well
out-of-the-way,
conveniently
located.
‘Shifting Metaphor’ the bag reads,
inscribed
in very gooseberry green above
The
Iconic bitten fruit (an apple?).
A wasp draft flicks it,
it tumbles giddily and
comes to rest
On a too full
smudged yellow
pedal bin,
I explode
My fruits are strewn
all
over the scintillating,
brick-red non-slip
Linoleum.
Howling now
I watch them perish,
wither and vanish,
delight
full tiny
Twinkles
Marasmus done
the voided quasars
dance quick,
nimble polkas to dash
the conic lampshade
So,
like Orgones
and
reason do –
We Sleep
February 13, 2014
Anywherewithal
Demi-stool on Piddle, flushed out, so now bathe
Soily scaly paws. Smite it! By my gum,
perfumed ovoid amber tablet glued to basin shock.
Rubbed it long nice & hard by flannel for
blotch and crud scrub of digit, knuckle and palm.
Knuckle and nickel? Puckle the pickle of muckle,
Sterling winkles, no bawbees. Groat Scottie!
No wonga, not none. Yaboo-sucks states slimy,
Snide curling chippy poundwinker toffboy.
February 12, 2014
Seventh Boar
Look at that there,
over there it is,
there… a Rusty Bard,
you see?
Lolling by the lungfish
Look! Look at it, slobbing about,
drowsing, drooling,
pig-eared, cloven:
Troughing dross,
gorging oozing slurry.
Hose it down! Prodsticks!
Gercha-gerraway
Squealsnapspit…Snort off
smarting with shock,
grunts, sulks, and silks.
February 12, 2014
The Golden Age of Scuba
Happy is the man who can bear the things he cannot change – Schiller
Each time insurgent
Wind surges spank opulent
crimson drapes and naughty
gusts arouse dormant
gooseberries on exposed,
soft wanton thighs all sigh
Lush,
chocolate ground juice
breaches ripe knapsacks,
glibly squirting,
soiling deep plush pile rug.
On
garish cushions we float maculate:
spoiled flotsam; jetsam of anarchy,
Two headed orphans
scowling quadrophrenes
brazen twisted Sisters scream.
February 7, 2014
Skinwatch
Carbuncles, moles, tumescensces,
spots, scar tissue, warts, blackheads, scabs,
bubos, boils, and bruises…the rest is blistery.
February 5, 2014
Back Seat Driver
Dare, go on dare, do some work!
Teetering on the brink, uh.
Watching the kitchen sink.
Go on and do some work.
But…
there’s the pain, and the weather,
and the tories, and those socks, the dog,
and the…Shut up and do some work.
Grimbeau 