Anti Political Broadside
Manor farm narcolepsy
Soporific chattering classes
Plum voiced gobbledygook
Farmer Jones dismissed
Afternoon of sport
Formula one gymnastics
Garden of earthly delight
Bursts out in force
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poem
April 18, 2015
Cavalcadenza
Three raspberry tulips
Wag antic bulbous splendid
Ice wind defiance
Indoors trembling spectator
Whisper sweet chastisements
At lost sensibilities
April 14, 2015
Cropdusting
One departed Eye
Farted violet nonsenses
Some left for the coast
April 10, 2015
Thurd
Because the Night
belongs
to Hoover
because
the Night
belongs
to
Hooves
April 9, 2015
Rite
a face full of kites & whites
all plot lost to angst
Sorted out my window sill
Nothings mission crept
anguish swept away substance
stupid hat cant rant
House of Teeth beneath
The North face of The Ogre!
Daily melanoma gobshites
West of Eden seething:
bleeding all the way to the tank…
*
day dawns grey pink crazy haze
dream genie quits bird for bottle
torpid rush hour to Squit City.
slow sleepy jet trails backward.
Solitary blackbird yawns
when you have read this
check top of head for gaps
Yes?
You just did a pome
No?
Better luck next time
April 8, 2015
Elvis
stinks putrefacted
wasted generations follow
anything but
worse
April 8, 2015
Blonde Table
candle fires livid
evanescent gloaming hour
softening sore eyes
igniting granite spindles
fetch away blue blues
duping day to grey
opaque sketch on pastel
sea horse manes underwater
April 7, 2015
Karmic Army
Kids play troops off school
Organising scarce resources
Just in case of course
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
Grimbeau 