Roadrunner
Radio Gone,
auto cut-off.
In the Smoke:
Big Matisse
Jazz Gig.
Scissor Sisters
to preside?
Sounds on the Staircase.
Voices without faces.
Cup in the Galley.
Prospect of Coffee
and Perfidy.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Magic Realism
April 15, 2014
Compost Heapos
Great Allotments of Albion yield up
sweet pea & radish.
The bearded mates look maddish
and lose well
the first challenge, woody, blemished
offerings get scant consideration from the judge,
old before his time, made over for the telly.
A sex god with a perverse
glint in his eyes
when he says ‘the last thing we want to see
is a drooping sweet pea.’
He knows, you know
April 15, 2014
Huguenot Vows
Bake
spuds, move rainbow, smote bowels, cower
shower.
Get out of this space: mace.
Downside up
outside handcuffs.
Get out of this space:
face.
Run and run, hurt and hide, get out of this
space:
race.
Tulane, hold back! Bivouac, lamb Ada.
Get out of this space: chase.
Chantilly, paper, shoe. Confiscate your…
Get out of this space:
April 12, 2014
The Dream Workshop
Take the air, the quack
said and so we
caught the only sun,
the rest have weekends off,
shining on the righteous
who know who they are,
or have been, or keep trying.
The unlucky ones,
the unrighteous rump,
get no sun,
they know who they are too,
and can’t or don’t want to
do anything about it.
At night they become the majority,
there are just a few
righteous burning most nights,
but they cast no shadow then,
they are the ones
dreaming the same dream
on that special night.
A night that everyone has sometime,
whether they deserve it or not.
A dream like this.
April 10, 2014
Libretto
Cloud cover.
giggle of spoon
on plate.
Dishing up dinner.
Smells sound
April 5, 2014
Station to Station
Quick refresh
Loose ends
tufts
spare parts
nether and feather,
pour on tapestry,
threadwork,
needling, coaxing
cloth from strands.
Bonding as we go,
as he goes.
We just wait
Embroider
Ourselves,
Time woven in time…
April 2, 2014
Fuggy
Altogether now!
Laws were made
for the obedience of Fools,
and the guidance of Wiseguys.
April 1, 2014
Circuit Broker
Big, thick mist carouses car hum and buzz.
Warmer globe, scoop the parrot, wetlands lie low,
Exposed, vulnerable, prone.
Low emerald hopes incline,
in the windless mill pond offing gannets
fight for alfalfa seven times diurnally.
The French fleet lurk behind the seaweed bar
Waiting for the cows to come home to roost.
March 30, 2014
Gains seem Few
Three, new time
Dante on.
Hurt reading. Dante hurt.
On reading.
Hurt on. Reading Dante.
On reading.
Dante hurt.
Hurt Dante.
Reading on.
Five, new time.
March 28, 2014
Play School Run
One…
Moo-cows and moo-bulls
thick mist and drizzle.
With window open I give
Whisht; ruff & honours paused,
Play-Boys & Play-Girls
dragged half-dead from dream
to school
to play.
Two…
The big kids attend
grownup therapy
later with grownups.
Children in Need,
they exasp, have these!
Comic relief, they
sad clown, give me some
I need it.
Three…
How they chuckle
at their chosen lot.
Today, we will not
play with cats
learn
a nursery rhyme called:
Brock the Bad
Bad Badger.
Four…
The children will nap,
not get to the last,
best dream,
and cry and
scream, and run away
to live with cats and
friendly badgers
in the woods.
Five…
It is there you can
Contract polio,
malaria, diphtheria, and hysteria
like the big kids who
fetch you later and
scold you for what they’ve been through.
You will learn a lesson
They will regret.
Grimbeau 