Thin whistle distant,
scree creeps,
screeps
sheeps
Cader Idris slopes
off to Dolgellau.
A massif thirst descending.
Old bards tools, blood and quill
discarded in a brogue,
bob along half tidy
Mawdach for
Cardigan’s litterol.
Watch Out!
Soul in fluxion.
…wishing I was the night, I would watch
over you with
a million eyes.
Like the monster cloud made of eyes,
I weep great oceans, and on the beach
bathe
your Tootsies.
You are animal, made of flowers,
And our dream lives
Are rounded by
Wonderstuffs.
There is pleasure sometimes
when the pain sleeps
rests its harpy’s head
on a nice warm lizard
but, promethean
is not a word
that springs to mind
when you are in flames.
This morning as I flood
Your drapeless windows
A body turns away
to hometown night
13:13
The familiar guest is here, bearing honey.
She has been through much to be here just now.
No powdered purgative prevented her,
temptation flopped, nothing but nothing kept
her from this preordained destination,
on this day, at this time, in this place: now.
Soo
blue dew
True
blue dew…
Ooo!
How do you do
Do-da-do-da-day
Eh
You
As new must shoot.
Cheerio
Toodlee-ooo
Two afternoon:
Watched
the last shipwreck.
Those in peril
on TV
Ought to sport
cork vests,
&
Sensible brown shoes
Just in case the wind
gets up
a bit.
Sleep vermillion deep on tilted bed,
blood seeped lush ooze
downslope heading headwards
deflating maculate instep and arch,
ankle, heel, and calf.
Flooded dreams of Fen, Ely, Hereward the Wake.
Airborne screech, bare bummed cackling grimalkin:
surfeit of posset. Traitors lurk amongst
liturgy and reeded, boggy hollow.
The Wash will out the Crown.
Night collapsed outside my window
to sprawl the garden
legs akimbo
On the blue rock
Of a lapus lazuli
Under western skies
We, our feet caked with soot,
Dance like idiots
So,
we
offer up
these
well-prepped
ants testes
to you
gods
of the
firm
ament
for
the
fecund
ditty
of this our
crop of love
age.
Be nice
for this
once,
we
have grown
tired
of
Grimbeau 