The Quandary
Is there fur will, yes or no?
a bald dog hollered.
Finger shows telling
ghoulish tales of reading
after dark descends
the staircase bearing scissors:
The Barber of Free Will
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Literature
March 31, 2015
Concerto on Haydn
Pretty bitty thoughts
Fragments glimpses flicks
Aboriginal origin
Spitting feathers…
Water, water, water sip
Quench drench slake
Insistent chump
slurp cold coffee
milky way paddle
Still life outlined
Rotten russet pippin cox
Storm laden
Cold blowy vestibule
Unclear falling out take
Blue bed and breakfast table
My pomes of desperate mornings
Do nothing, don’t enhance
They are, boy nature in a crippled dance
The circus is no place for fools
March 23, 2015
Rude Awakening
it’s a new dawn
on a new day
and i’m feeling
wood
February 17, 2015
Machievelli’s Lullaby
My best advice
to those concerned –
Watch the lips
Ignore the words
February 16, 2015
The Eden Project
When Adam delved
And Eve span
Who was then
A Caliban?
February 9, 2015
The Compleat Works of Grimbeau
#1
What kind of fuel are you?
Wind, she replied,
What about you?
Paper
#2
When do they beguine
The beguine?
After the
…
#3
The night had
A thousand
Eyes
Ouch!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
#4
Nights in White Satin:
Freezin’
#5
Young and green
Only seventeen
okra
#6
Who let the dogs out?
Who let them
in?
#7
And now
The end
Is
Here
January 28, 2015
Spooks
Autopilot showed
outrageous overnight stats
800 hits
January 25, 2015
The Offering
Perchance
or deft planning
a scoop of baleful altar wine remains,
though not for long.
Rite of Spring:
callow neighbours nail eachother
to the paper partition wall – time
honours these home county behaviours –
some wayward blood drips through on this side,
my side.
I observe with some disdain treacly crimson goo
impinge clematis and home entertainment cables,
the main arteries of
reality are besmirched….
The orphan stale ham salad roll awaits
Ravenous, cavernous engorgement,
yields a surge of purpose, of demented potency,
to cut the crap,
make one’s mark,
utter and act.
January 19, 2015
Bold Turkey
A Prial of poems
about giving
up
using cigarettes
as a metaphor.
Smart, uh! Believe me!
I’m a Vicar
Grimbeau 