Orpheus hummed lullabies
to his underpants.
High time
for a change,
he surmised.
so
He got up
and walked out
through the wall.
Arcadia was a drag;
The Underworld sucked;
Olympus was passe
Pizzarea
That was it:
Four Seasons
all day special
weatherwise
Je suis Charlady
Swabbing the toilets
Wasting my life
Wading in detritus
Vom in the sink
Crap on the floor
Dry slime of sex
From the night before.
Treated like scum
Renting a slum
Grazing in Tesco
On a tin of Chum
Killing my time
Skinful of wine
‘Stop doing that
Or you’ll end up blind!’
sheep
dipping
is wasted on
dipped
sheep.
Ron Fuschias
Just
as she opened
the gifts
Time went
Whistling
Trill
Lilts and Airs
Tingling
Fingering
Sneaking
previews – a scented
Complimentary
Card read:
‘Be not hurt by these
small tokens. Love
Jocasta.’
She
Convulsed
With warm lament
for one hour
summer’s
nitrous
salt rain
subsumed
in silence.
Some primitive chanting
Lightens my day
Considerably
Three approaches
The day’s ebb
The ebb of day
Could rest
my head
Go to bed
Writing about the agonies
Of others is a tad
Arrogant
Anyway I do…
No I will continue
Wracking
Corpuscle & Sinew
Come, come
That’s laying
It
On a bit lavish.
Like an old church
On a
Skellig
Singing
to
The Sky Light
Summoned by Ma Bell’s
voicemail.
The Judge is ill
till next Tuesday.
Keep pecker aloft, one counsels:
Assume gung-ho veneer;
Lacquer stiff upper quiff.
Tally-Ho
Outside is frozen angelica tundra.
Sun glints melt lucky buds. A hedge is
Razed.
How I love the smell of napalm of a morning…
Whither the day, whither the morrow
Head full of pain, heart full of hollow
History stopped this morning at Ten
The Pinkos have got me corralled in the Pen
Biding my time, postponing the Craic
Till hell freezes over and heaven smells black
A Prial of poems
about giving
up
using cigarettes
as a metaphor.
Smart, uh! Believe me!
I’m a Vicar
The State is
Your friend
Embrace it
Warmly
By The Neck
Grimbeau 