Purple sloping Wonderfield
Bog cattle hugging below
Sat like the statue thinking
Halfway up on a blasted stump
Beneath a humming pylon
Beside a scruffy gorse
Sits a painted horse
Myrtle twizzling track
Made respectable by
Tarmac and white strips
Desiccated coconut flakes
Magnolia and cherry blossom
Windblown dusting cows snouts
Makes them shuffle, snort in concert
Painted horse sneezes along aloof
On a stick
An ashplant
We all rest a while
With a smile
And some guile
‘bout the road before
Think a while
For a while
When our mind
Has gone
Faraway
Countrymile
We may smile
The woman at the next table
passed me the ashtray
with a kind and understanding smile.
I poured myself in with gusto.
I do not care for the one
with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.
stinks putrefacted
wasted generations follow
anything but
worse
Seems I showered
(man those pantiles!)
took some
sun and wine
(yellows and reds)
and
barbiturates
(mostly verbal & cryptic):
I am not
dead.
*
By fact of matter
Strangely alive
Like primroses
In debris
Or
Farts
In
Trances
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Twists of fate desert cactus
Unkind nonsenses
I say I fancy
seeing a play close up
no proscenium mummery
raw like panto
shakespeare’s good
actors love doing it
playing those parts that only
some reach and that
don’t mean Lear, Othello and stuff
just good antonios and nightwatchers
she went to the crapper
never came back
was it something I said?
The simple life is true,
startling obvious
The morning is grey, flawless
My wine soused refugee uniform
Is folded neatly on the pine chair
My eyes are borrowed by cynics
Europe is collapsed
Yes, it’s war…zzzzz
*
Some somnambulists
shopsoiled
scuffed up bad
stagger back
somatex trends on tablet
mauve is the new grey
fluttering joggings, dry leaves,
silent violet slumber
for the wicked
*
On the Box
elegance and decadence
whispered septic tittering
Polly sipping gin through sock
mockery is old hat now non-u
empathy pulls on a rage of folly
anxious barking yells offstage
its Nigella training
loud loquacious luminaries
call us to come heel
*
in the ditch voices motley say
plain as pike staff this
the boss aint
got no threads on
bare as the day
he got born
shouting out orders
to us illiterates
in greek
in latin
unknown tongues
calling
though the know it not
for removal by we
babbling horde
Hullabalulu
Barrage of bad quest spuns
Medium message yawn
Law of open tuna tea
Food bankruptcy pleads bailout
Hell yes I’m funny as fuck!
Lillibulero
light shows up
(quarter to five, half-moon)
Last week it blocked the sun.
Look at it now – pathetique
so they say: they say a lot.
Hector, lecture, subliminate
like snicks, little nicks, chance contacts
Ooshhzzschsss,uhurghiss:
grass blade cuts
wince you sizzle
Pursed lemon juiceface
Sharp Vinegar does it too.
Oh! Don’t…cruel to be
Sometimes just pain spit then you get it.
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Especially hardbacks
Sharper guillotines
They say a lot. They say a lot.
Cutting things. who’s next?
that’s the rub, there you are,
Likens to one big tombola
Well random spinning
tube trap door
pink scrumbled chitties churned
Just reach in
bobs your uncle bob.
Hands knees &
Booms a daisy.
Silly really.
Hissziss…
Grimbeau 