Bubble Wrap
Yesterday,
when time stopped
forever,
the dreamcloud
smiled knowing
that the sly
sun was out
with some chums
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Journal
February 1, 2014
Plumb
Let me glide
as a Frisbee
Glides
the wild, mauve
yonderness…
feeding on
the plankton
on the event
horizon:
a vacuum
sucker of warm
lux skin flakes.
Hovering
Indigo
firmament
January 31, 2014
Purple Sprouting Broccoli
Bleak expectations!
Ready yourself for the big surprise:
There is no spinach.
Liverpudlians go shopping on the wireless.
The light dims.
Cheer up!
It’s not the end of the world.
Says who?
Am I talking to me?
No, thank Gawd…
just the voices in my head.
We sit and wait and write.
What is there to do?
Exercise, sleep, leisure:
the high life, or what?
January 31, 2014
Great Expectations
Friday afternoon, the excitement of the weekend starts to build,
the thrill of the familiar, a chance of the known unknown.
Minor risk-taking, for me nowadays, is perhaps a late film.
I do not drink at home these days and I never go out at all.
There are some chicken thighs that need something doing to them, and spuds.
Hope there is spinach and rashers. Don’t fancy another Ruby Murray.
January 31, 2014
An Entry
Journal & diary:
conversational
Confessional:
Mindblurt!
pain & joy spot,
release and imprisonment,
devotion
and negligence,
memory
and reminder,
history
and bunk.
Mind to word to mind,
here and back again.
Lifeswork.
Chimneysweeps & luminaries.
Matters and matters not.
Ambivalence and catatonia,
worthlessness and worthiness,
stuff and nonsense,
I & I,
having a word,
saying things, finding wings,
more to do, more to do…
January 30, 2014
A Handbag!
Still dreek dark heavy misty morning.
Half-hearted cock-crow, with my radio on;
pressing for a coffee… strip down terror
suspects by May. No, says June. Bitter spat.
Handbags.
We’re here because we’re here because we’re here
Shifting goalposts. Sand riddle, like the Sphinx.
Typical government trickery, hickory dickory.
Mouse roars, clock flees in floods, sea of time
January 27, 2014
Liberty
Cold! You fool, sure you are.
It’s the end of January:
Wintertimes…
I was just saying about
cycles of fears,
anxiety’s loops,
good old complexes.
Fairy rings: leaves a message.
Crisis, milkman! Dog bolts, Splash.
Dog breaks milk:
‘So very, very, very sorry… Are you OK’
‘Don’t worry…no use crying over it.’
Hahahahahahaha.
The dog has bolted.
Through the fence and near away.
Come and get in.
No!
January 27, 2014
Gerund One: Desperandum Nil
And so it was below
to early evening telly
and braindeath,
the curtains are drawn,
the room ill lit
by an old standard lamp:
grey ochre and stale air.
Wild Arabia, Wild China, Wild West Wind…
Pain, Pus, and Poison.
Appetite lost.
Nearly out of smokes.
A bag of ready salted does.
I hang on watching people talking about art:
what’s on, what’s good, what’s what,
and lay down my sword
Til tomorrow
January 23, 2014
Hector’s House
Align your fears,
prick up your ears,
allay your tears.
Here, have some
iconic transparency,
a few homeless truths.
Always rent yourself a burglar when you get a flat.
Take two lifetimes,
a croissant,
and a ‘Kiss Me Quick’ cat.
Bury your knee at wounded heart,
go marry a buffet saint.
nigella’s got black eyes
Mary Berry aint.
January 7, 2014
Lady Day
I could’ve slept all night
I
Cudave schleppt
All night…&
Stillav’schlept summore
I
Kudda did
Sumthings
Eye’ve
Nefferdun
Bevor….
I’ll never know wot made it so
Xcitin’
Wen allat wonce my art
Took flite
I
Ownly no that shee
Began two dance wivced
Me
I
Cuddadanssed
Darnstdarnsed
Allnite.
Grimbeau 