Wool
dream knitting pattern
peculiar spring time pearl
summer time hour blitz
easter ostrich fest
april flower snows
election fall out summer
an ecstasy of bumbling
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poem
March 26, 2015
Come All Ye
Mildew musk half drownded rat
Soggy woodbine, auld tweed hat
Old Luke and Buffalo Johnny
Bid come all ye attendees
And whisht a while, imbibe
Enniscorthy travellers dreamtime
Side fading coals
In warm, dry bungalows
As wind lashes outside
Recalling a lady in her father’s garden
While sloping home early
in fine foggy dew.
March 26, 2015
Brunch on the Hop
Stilton, garlic,
three-egg omelette,
ripe vine tomato,
breaded cure ham
and
Espadrille.
Yum-yum
March 26, 2015
Broom Plant Agent
Dick the Third
Re-interred, Leicester
grand hub central station burial rites and rugger,
carve your name proud snide:
Joe Orton.
Leave the poor old bugger
Alone now
Break.
March 26, 2015
Hils
Hilary Clinton
drops by suppertime
tinned sardines on toast
Masterchef:
Ivor Cutler bangs one out…
women of the world take over
if you do not the world will
come to an end
it will not
take long…
‘You guys!’
she
chuckles
‘We make
love
&
peace’
March 25, 2015
Strange Fruit
lady day lady
god blessed child got his own
in a wilderness
March 25, 2015
World Shut Your Gob
Multi room speakers
Crap on everywhere you go
Turn up the volume
March 25, 2015
Scram Bell
Minister of Musicians,
new war dance teacher,
once knew my father…
Showered, creamed, slithered,
hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…
Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter
little book of shrugs
sanskrit aubergine eggplant
histrionics
took fizz codeine med
brain dead inebriation
small town called chicken
do you like your eggs
sunny easy side up over
boiled poached benedict
March 25, 2015
Apropos
stone sand daffodils
how day grew slim on little gem
ecstatic yellow
March 25, 2015
The Procession
The pain it appears has passed,
a twisted and not strangulated
abdominal fibre of being,
fleeting, frit, clinging,
nagging little sod.
All dead in crash.
I as usual am none the wiser,
interested yet not especially engaged
to task myself too hard (life’s burdensome
enough, my excuse, get out clause – life’s too short).
Who knows what the light will bring?
He’s passed again, a quick in and out,
minding his own business,
being as little trouble as.
My head! Doing a tango, having a wobble
at the drop of a hat, hearing pins drop.
You know, you know.
Night creatures: silver fish, monopods,
opaque gadabouts – a proper rumpus.
Alexander’s Ragtime Band
cut throats and ruffians,
red and rubber necks, craning,
inching forward,
onward to the din
Slasher and trombone
Grimbeau 