Tinkling Ivory
pianissimo
light touches
on the keys
we cannot hear writing,
see sound,
smell light, touch
metaphor:
and you can imagine
what it
would be like
when you write it down
pianissimo.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Music
April 21, 2015
Nona
Bird has got to fly
Poets gotta sing
the truth
Maya angelou
Sang to me sotto voce
Like a freebird that
Could not give
a damme
Or an irish
man
Without
A wigwam
April 7, 2015
Wystopian Largo
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
April 7, 2015
strangeways
i am too sexy
too sexy for my girth…
that means i have not got
any worth too
sexy for my girth
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 26, 2015
Come All Ye
Mildew musk half drownded rat
Soggy woodbine, auld tweed hat
Old Luke and Buffalo Johnny
Bid come all ye attendees
And whisht a while, imbibe
Enniscorthy travellers dreamtime
Side fading coals
In warm, dry bungalows
As wind lashes outside
Recalling a lady in her father’s garden
While sloping home early
in fine foggy dew.
March 26, 2015
Hils
Hilary Clinton
drops by suppertime
tinned sardines on toast
Masterchef:
Ivor Cutler bangs one out…
women of the world take over
if you do not the world will
come to an end
it will not
take long…
‘You guys!’
she
chuckles
‘We make
love
&
peace’
March 25, 2015
Scram Bell
Minister of Musicians,
new war dance teacher,
once knew my father…
Showered, creamed, slithered,
hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…
Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter
little book of shrugs
sanskrit aubergine eggplant
histrionics
took fizz codeine med
brain dead inebriation
small town called chicken
do you like your eggs
sunny easy side up over
boiled poached benedict
March 23, 2015
Richard III (Part Two)
Been a hard day’s night
Found my bollocks in my gob…
You fill in the rest
March 17, 2015
Wide Blue Wanda
Vibe changes sundown
Clustered scapples save the day
White wine weds olives
Anglepoised action stations
Awaiting further information
To impart to my reader
Zelda ‘Toots’ Zuchenslooper
A dogged fighter
Carniverous wolverine
Hypercyclically disposed
Tea and oranges
Grimbeau 