Attempts to engage
& inspire provide
Mere, cheap free
fatuous masonry
to bolster up
& elaborate her
Forty fictions;
So, off he traipsed,
hill sheep sullen
to wattle
& daub the beehive
against the elements;
Brittle bricks
& poor mortar
for fear’s shiftless,
feckless gaol:
Self.
I give up &
concern myselves
otherwise.
In confluence,
separation lies.
Shitting
your boxers
first thing
throws One
right off
One’s stride
I see you
angry and puny:
Cursefully,
tearfully,
damning your lot,
as you scoop it
sensibly
like a grown-up
from the kitchen sink
and fetch it with aplomb
to the awkward
jakes
for final
Absolution
Stiffening breeze, yew spangle,
Forsythia: magic citrus mirror
Makes sharp shrift
misty sun smiles
like an aged, kind,
two-faced familiar,
clearly warming to its task, aware:
Not long before this hemisphere
is done with for another year.
Head: Hitting midday again,
Drugless and fagless,
my knees unmet. Took a fizzy codeine
about an hour ago and went
back to my bed: Head.
Tuned into
Janacek: Grosz salon folk dances,
berserkers in tuxedos,
dead eyed vamps: Head
Jazz age Thedas, crawling
Astaire way to Paradise,
Fatty Bugattis,
fat butcher’s chops,
Cops in yachts,
lindy bops, listless sops:
Head.
Halfway out
mauve porch
some sun decides
to join the party
bins are emptied
rain wet ramp,
hick brick Ha-ha
under tree detritus.
Here
Jackson Pollack
Frolicked once.
In the dry, damp dust,
scattered with cinnamon twigs,
silver Simeon stones,
and missionary weeds,
A mandrake sighs.
Midday
Wafer thin ham, poached eggs,
& toast on the way.
The beeps, the beeps, the beeps…
it is afternoon!
Took a stroll around, saw what gives.
Shoulder pain.
Baked pseuds and garrottes
Accompany
The shrews for luncheon.
PC Plod enjoys his truncheon,
wielding it without compunction,
except of course in Rotherham
where no bugger gives a damn
about reports of
babes and sucklings
You fuck them up
We fuck them off,
Quite puts me off
The Strogonoff
Sloth, Banjo, and his wife,
Susannah
Had a nice time in Havana
Six flagons of gin,
made a right din –
came back without
their Pyjama
Rolling slow
Tender toed
A lukewarm
Gecko prances
How heat chipped
Basalt pricks
All I want
is shade
All I need
is sun.
here comes a
fire hydrant
worth avoiding.
It rolls past
Haplessly
Can’t sea me.
We require your desire,
drag your carcass
from the mire.
To get drier, light a fire,
hang up your dripping socks.
Paul de Koch mocks your lot
A little birdie told me.
Flew into a Jealous rage,
At Jimmy Page,
the topmost
riff in rock.
Put out the cat
& the candle,
Phisss!
Meorghh!
Ouch!
You little-shit, Chuckles!
Go on, treat yourself:
Have a wee one;
Pipe up fresh warm coffee;
Collect new fresh water
from the uphill stream;
Turn off lantern tap.
Time to turn on Turtle?
Go make Myrtle Purple?
No, not now Nigel…
Laters:
Squeaks in Frongs
Three-In-One:
Shed
Instead proceed
moving forward,
leaning, faking
baby bader steps,
to the garden gate…
Vicinity & Beyond!
Grimbeau 