Poem | Grimbeau

February 2, 2014

Swinish Multitudes Arise!

Let us pause for smoke and prayer…

Teeming sardines in the Arab Sea

A billion starlings over the Fens

Sensing food and predator.

Poor old religion gets another lambast

Courtesy of these withered digits

Hens in the back are revealed as angels,

a blackbird coyly juggles rats

Louche, pleasant, twisted opiate dreams.

The bayou shoulders slow magnolia

Grits for slow, big, muddy river that quivers

Magnificent regardful like a python

Weighing up the yearly weenie

…in the Jacuzzi of good and evil

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February 1, 2014

Vanishing Point

Hungry bard.

Tub of lard.

Ate the Shard

& Gherkin.

PC Mod.

Lazy sod.

Missed him.

He was shirkin’.

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February 1, 2014

Penknife

Russian guy stabbed dead

When he said

That prose had

Superiority

Over poetry

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February 1, 2014

Bubble Wrap

Yesterday,

when time stopped

forever,

the dreamcloud

smiled knowing

that the sly

sun was out

with some chums

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February 1, 2014

Plumb

Let me glide

as a Frisbee

Glides

the wild, mauve

yonderness…

feeding on

the plankton

on the event

horizon:

a vacuum

sucker of warm

lux skin flakes.

Hovering

Indigo

firmament

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January 31, 2014

Purple Sprouting Broccoli

Bleak expectations!

Ready yourself for the big surprise:

There is no spinach.

Liverpudlians go shopping on the wireless.

The light dims.

Cheer up!

It’s not the end of the world.

Says who?

Am I talking to me?

No, thank Gawd…

just the voices in my head.

We sit and wait and write.

What is there to do?

Exercise, sleep, leisure:

the high life, or what?

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January 31, 2014

Great Expectations

Friday afternoon, the excitement of the weekend starts to build,

the thrill of the familiar, a chance of the known unknown.

Minor risk-taking, for me nowadays, is perhaps a late film.

I do not drink at home these days and I never go out at all.

There are some chicken thighs that need something doing to them, and spuds.

Hope there is spinach and rashers. Don’t fancy another Ruby Murray.

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January 31, 2014

An Entry

Journal & diary:

conversational

Confessional:

Mindblurt!

pain & joy spot,

release and imprisonment,

devotion

and negligence,

memory

and reminder,

history

and bunk.

Mind to word to mind,

here and back again.

Lifeswork.

Chimneysweeps & luminaries.

Matters and matters not.

Ambivalence and catatonia,

worthlessness and worthiness,

stuff and nonsense,

I & I,

having a word,

saying things, finding wings,

more to do, more to do…

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January 30, 2014

Pelt

Get closer to the word machine.

Inside the hum and burr, that is

Can you hear it computing?

Now we get bones from fur,

when it is stem-celling.

Many furs die along the way.

As for the survivors, with training

the could become stamp cells.

Put them in acid for a few minutes and…

Bob’s your Uncle!

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January 30, 2014

A Handbag!

Still dreek dark heavy misty morning.

Half-hearted cock-crow, with my radio on;

pressing for a coffee… strip down terror

suspects by May. No, says June. Bitter spat.

Handbags.

We’re here because we’re here because we’re here

Shifting goalposts. Sand riddle, like the Sphinx.

Typical government trickery, hickory dickory.

Mouse roars, clock flees in floods, sea of time

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