From Hull
Half-tidy:
the house shrinks.
Apricot evening,
millpond
offing:
footpath.
Calm does calm.
dinghy sandwiches
In the bar
The land
lying lower.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Nature
April 2, 2014
Reach for the Skies
The
Wrong sorts
Of
Saharan sands
And car smut,
And fumes
Industrial & Domestic,
Combine
Continental
And homemade
Detritus
become
atmosphere:
some air left.
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 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.
March 27, 2014
Been Fishin’
Company and drink
enter the room
warm menace, sardonic, knowing, sage
Scarlatti.
When this episode, this little jolly, is over, is it
another Tempest.
An
attractive, familiar, alternative,
sickening, horrific, act of self-harm,
abuse, and neglect?
Why this lack of worth, of purpose, of me?
But,
if this is me how can the alternative
attractive familiar be denied?
Take a good look at the situation.
How does one change it, confront, combat it?
Have a nice day!
Sinball!
Without a hangover as well.
Forget the bottle,
you got the bottle.
Repression.
Gonna play this game of life to win:
shower at eight, sort papers, get creamed up
and dressed
and go,go,go…
March 20, 2014
Skedaddling
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.
March 20, 2014
Stand Easy
…mad rush phantom turd
fear false alarm no bombs
all clear for now slip back
down fizzy coffee.
air room fug.
World flora crown sill:
red rose,
cactus rose and aloe vera,
baby cactus rose,
yucca – George the summat,
stray leafy leaf
avoids peach tobacco
stage curtains,
old small paned iron strip windows,
titan thickening privet
sprouting lawn,
brick brown semi
some big trees hide
simple horizon
planeless skies
March 19, 2014
The Threepenny Bit Opera
Coming up to six.
End of nice days
after tomorrow
just
for a few weeks.
Auric sun on pink wall,
new bronze age.
Savers saved,
survivors not.
So no cause for concern
then:
Sufficient unto the day
is the evil thereof?
March 16, 2014
Floot
An hour later
the faff is on.
Sun is out,
chicks tweet
in ply fascia,
ulster hymns hum,
care will come
and relieve
Mafeking
peace and quiet
March 16, 2014
Bag a Bunnie!
Rabbits
scatter
helter-skelter.
Red risen sun,
Blue gun smoke
on an ill wind,
Sundays in Spring
Bag a Coney
for your honey.
Get old Tony
skin and gut it,
chop it,
jug it,
or,
quite simply,
let it stew,
like hate
and lentils.
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