Bummer
13:27
Wasn’t
gonna
clock-in
again,
succumbed,
bum numbed:
What a pain
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poem
August 24, 2014
Moira
I miss Debussy.
Don’t fret!
There’ll be another one
Along
Soon
…L’Apres Midi d’un
Ondine sur la Mer…
I miss Debussy.
Don’t fret!
There’ll be another one
Along
in a minute
August 24, 2014
Parsnip Worship Rosehip
Transparently puny:
crouched, shifting, jumpy.
Sugar load mountain.
Spoon that spoonful.
Croon tune, fart of pixie.
Hammy line; Bambi-mine.
Sulk in silken mulch:
Gulchmen stacked neat
On Ass lawn by door,
calling cactus cool:
enter Geraldo reprising
Cucumber Rumba.
Clever blunder
Cast asunder syncopating
Generation rehydrating.
August 24, 2014
New Sarum
A faux
Universe wilts
on the mantel.
Up propped by
Gormonghastly
Candelabra
Further west,
kinda seaward
Gawdyfauve
Naive postcard:
At last!
Salisbury
Greets the coast:
Crumbledown,
Tumbledown
Cinque City
By the sea.
August 24, 2014
Kippers
Wizard wheeze,
Morning wees
Sneeze on knees
and flippers
Chin and
Slippers
August 23, 2014
Doors of Deception
Slurping milk stout
on a sensible,
suburban bench:
Asyl of sound
self-sacrifice.
If paradise is
half as nice:
tremolos
so sweet
‘More power to you elbow,
me old Mucker!
That’s just the ticket…
Sit down and make a stand!’
said Commissar
Commissionaire
pausing for chat,
‘ Where’s it at Comrade Cat?’
‘ Ain’t you heard, old fellow me lad
There’s one gone off
in Commercial St!’
August 23, 2014
Yes!…You Did!
This morning…
I
spent
Reading, reading,
reading
my back pages
Wincing & chuckling;
embarrassed & confused,
dazed & amused.
Impertinent little jerk
Shaking a dead man’s geraniums.
I am the guy who
wrote this shit
Am
I…?
This afternoon
August 22, 2014
Connie is Cool
Late afternoon,
an afternoon flouted,
another one.
Cooked a scrumptious
Stilton omelette.
Ate it.
Listened to Elvis.
The wonder of you.
Wondered.
Repeatedly beaten
by a Turtle.
Roamed the garden
finding fault.
Paused
For thought
Got caught
August 22, 2014
The Goss
Nowt kicked off (or so I’m told)
The sad old Sun still tries
to muscle in
break out, break in…
and have you heard?
The latest scandal,
the last straw:
No buses to Mortgagetown on Sundays
(and Bank Holidays)…
And there’s more…
No peas for the wicked,
It is rumoured
the pigs had them with the lobster.
No respect, these types.
Dyslexics with a read only memory,
they say,
lack self-knowledge.
Read and
right and wrong.
- Ooh-ah, Mrs!
August 22, 2014
Flawed Claude (the colour lampshade…)
He’s up, he’s up…
he’s down again
Like a yoyo,
a rat up a pump
Or a fiddler’s elbow
Not coming
Nor going
Just up to…
What?
Grimbeau 