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…
Get closer to the word machine.
Inside the hum and burr, that is
Can you hear it computing?
Now we get bones from fur,
when it is stem-celling.
Many furs die along the way.
As for the survivors, with training
the could become stamp cells.
Put them in acid for a few minutes and…
Bob’s your Uncle!
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!
gift your worst enemies:
deep sea anemones
The snowman is a mellow fellow
and cares not when his legs are yellow
Bards often write verses
For others in hearses
There was a bulimic called Shirley,
Who lived in a folly in Purley,
Crept down late one night
Without a hall light
And got mugged by
a large Curly Wurly
A meticulous poet is Motion
Looked deeply at cheap suntan lotion
He rubbed it all in
O’erlooking his chin
Now shaving is fraught with emotion
Had a jar with Dora Maar
thought
She’s not like how she’s painted
A two-faced bitch’s a trifle rich
Still,
Her reputation’s tainted
Memory of joy
Forever
Is strangely true
We squint to see it
In the mind’s eye
It is there
Blurred, muffled,
Gore-Tex blue
Grimbeau 