When the sun
overclouds
cold scurries up my leg.
All that hoary glory –
sadly, I was right!
This is going nowhere slow.
So slow it runs backwards
rewind hollow tat
anti-clock
wisely
bona fide
enemy of the state
Yes, gumption is a problem
They are building siege towers
Am I worthy cannon fodder?
The petrified squirrel says no
Women know when you
let go the ghost
coz you stink
she shouts
in bronze mask
Headlines:
Mock hubristic parvenu
eats humble pie elevenses.
Cat shows fur ball disapproval at atrophy.
Elephant chews atmospheric spinach.
Tear stains Willow.
Wheatfield Craze rocks Kuala Lumpur.
Weather: uninterrupted coverage.
Cricket: England draw Water.
Late curfew in Sun City
In the sugar hole
prized out last remaining twix
hopeful of some oomph
Pickled punchy
Monday morning sot
K2 ascension
trudge and huff.
Wind blusters, gusting away
remnants of claggy, stubborn night.
Wolf pack rampant roadmap
eyeballs throb in misty mirrror.
Brain damage limitation.
Fromage marshmallow ganglia.
Camembert opaque frosted
Yellow day.
…
Insurgent tree surgeons
gather storm broken
eucalyptus limbs.
Big cavernous rumbles.
Apple tree crumbles.
Head waiter fumbles,
stumbles, tumbles.
The tray vibrates
gawky albatross libations
part company with host,
comic crash slapstick pratfall
radical payload scatters
huddled throng,
babbling surprise looks on aghast,
desultory fat barman
fetches bucket and mop,
mumbling vacuous
‘Sorriesirs, Moddoms…’
glaring doom on prone
crone squirming,
yelping victim
plaintive noises,
just made jobless
in gin and debris.
Elephantine chore
Confetti litters Serengeti
Kalahari nuptials
On a happy note
Crazy Theolonius
Blue September Hills
Morphine notches up another brother,
Another sister, father, mother as I sleep
The sleep of the dead
They still feel pain
All we feel is betrayal and loss
sad small children
Eating messy candyfloss
chilling on a Friday night,
leaning,
preening
running down an empty street,
blindfold,
screaming
waiting by a waterfall,
fearless,
dreaming
standing in the summer sun,
precious,
beaming
Midnight:
The Noasis Lounge
Steel water side
Mercury safe
Clandestine
Legumes
Smoke
Slow vermillion
endoplasm
Indigo
moonlit spook
glides homeless
rest rooms
weeping
stones
By candle.
Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk
awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,
three-point-turning,
tricornering, crossing back,
leant on bedstead,
with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Sit and sweat and look
and realize why he smells off.
The do it again.
And again. Again.
Waiting for…forgot.
Grimbeau 