Miaouw
Easter Sunday:
bright blue,
Lapislazulish,
cold.
Crusty as a dead cat
I crawl and prowl
the Vatican
awaiting a peep at
The Frank One.
Lovely weather for it too:
Rising from the dead
after a day off.
Scoff all eggs
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poem
March 19, 2013
pramchair child
Only the Pramchair child remembered
Lord Darren and Grunge ended their hundred year snooze
While the gobsmacked onlookers were mute
The duo dynamic swept through the queues
Wildly pillaging designer training shoes
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The looting and the burning and raze the roof
Spreading to the estates and rich avenues
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
The upside world turned away from lying parvenus
The bounty of a lost and cynical ruse
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The mob ran off home and hid all the goodies
Ate supper quick and caught the evening news
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
March 17, 2013
Rosie & Banjo
Plod-plod-plod-plod: A quadroplod, called Roddy, Rodders, Rodney
A nod’s as good as a wink to those who cannot see me
I am the king, horse king,
Looking about see the world sideways tyranny
Of my very large nose. Equine whinny
Giddy up halt walk on. Plop chomp clip clop
On harder surfaces. Clunkety-clank pop
March 14, 2013
Plush Sea
Faraway from oneself is asylum
Warm peninsula across the soft bay
Muscular air inhales orange blossom
Bare feet sorb enriching clay
Warm peninsula across the soft bay
Capricious zephyrs kiss mad bumptious hair
Bare feet sorb blood enriching clay
Chasing the light in yielding swift spangles
Capricious zephyrs kiss mad bumptious hair
Coursing the molten corrack nursing shore
Chasing the light in yielding swift spangles
Making mockery of eternity
Coursing the molten corrack nursing shore
Faraway from ourselves is asylum
Making mockery of eternity
Muscular air inhales orange blossom
March 14, 2013
Mad Ithaca
Chronicles of an endgame sour the day,
the last cormorant glides home half-asleep.
mauve tapering headland not faraway
Is darker; the treachery still indiscrete.
I trail past the quiet, dark caravan,
chest pounding with sorrow; tried to walk it
off but it don’t go – a woe-begotten
rotten vixen’s smashed my fragile heart.
On the rise, I make up the chintzy night scene
of Port Ithaca’s tourist hostelries.
Thronging poached Grockles being obscene
Python Lee Jacksons in a broken dream
March 14, 2013
efcaristo…paracalor
Waist deep naked and absurdly squatting:
‘Calamares! Cease this punishment!’
Onlooking palm shanty bivouacs sing:
‘You corrupter of paradise! Repent
this vile ouzo hubris and perish cold
and alone on this too early morning:
Watch your little life pass by, your transient soul
Is floating about you, a dark sponge gloating
at your flaccid white chipfat corpuscles.’
Soon the morning beautiful will bring
their bronzed, ideal, muscular nonsense,
scoff tapas and laugh stage-loud at the thing
stood shivering in freezing blue Ionian bliss:
hungry harpies, waiting for you to steal a piss!
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March 14, 2013
Moby Dock
We are whaling, we are whaling, call me
Ishmael, the lucky bugger who found a tree
trunk drifting in lukewarm Horse Latitudes
and fashioned a canoe: sound, swift, bit crude;
but still, given the hairy circumstances,
he avoided the Fish’s necromancies.
Sat here on blustery Selsey Bill, chill
blasts of wintry Solent swoop the feral
groynes, sloppy creosoted and duned
with mounds of heave-hoed pebbles; propelled
from an ocean of discarded dying hulks,
Trainee corpses for the breakers yard: shelled.
This leviathan could not give tuppence worth
with his Moon and Sixpence and an old hair shirt.
March 14, 2013
Anyone for Menace?
Hallucinogenics at Fatcat
Fritzo’s holiday manor and forthwith
one’s mind sets to lobster pots and poitin.
Down the dark, wet, morbid coastal granite
to an uncertain end in boiling water:
Sure, after a big search a boot found
sockless in the now calm cove, a daughter’s
ripped and ravaged t-shirt, hooked and
no-one in it: simple sea manslaughter.
The paramour, a brazen whacko balmpot
surpriselessly left without a trace for
abroad and other exotic foreign spots.
A hippy chick, called Carla, from Ecuador,
knew for sure that he had disappeared
To Planet Tharg: how verily weird.
March 12, 2013
Eeek! A Giraffe
Six!
Meandering, lost in lowland dank, warm and cold, smells of fresh wet cotton, rotting mud and musk. Slithery bank, drips from the willow. Slip purry do dah! Nearly lost it there. Up and lever and the flat. Through the overhanging and the corners a goal post, the rail on the footbridge. Walking the dog: Where is the dog?
‘weirooweet!’
Thunder tread and rustle and
‘harghahahharhgh’
It’s me!
March 11, 2013
Paddy’s Lament
It is Ash Wednesday
It is snowing.
Three-thirty
Snow soon to sleet, to rain
seashells at night…
inert again, atrophy,
a choir noise,
upstair faffing footfall,
drone of bedpump, and
fuzzy tinnitus:
Otherwise silence.
Whoops! A fridge hums
No smell, nascent headcold.
Mars Bar sticky chocky moustache and underlip beard, licky and sticky, a bit icky.
Septik light of failing da
Grimbeau 