hawk wood perilo
Eleven says elevenses
Sparrow hawks zap doves
Avocado scavenger
Swallows down anger
Punches duck egg wall
Black and blue tears well
In anthracite light
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poetry
March 27, 2015
Thumb Prick
light shows up
(quarter to five, half-moon)
Last week it blocked the sun.
Look at it now – pathetique
so they say: they say a lot.
Hector, lecture, subliminate
like snicks, little nicks, chance contacts
Ooshhzzschsss,uhurghiss:
grass blade cuts
wince you sizzle
Pursed lemon juiceface
Sharp Vinegar does it too.
Oh! Don’t…cruel to be
Sometimes just pain spit then you get it.
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Especially hardbacks
Sharper guillotines
They say a lot. They say a lot.
Cutting things. who’s next?
that’s the rub, there you are,
Likens to one big tombola
Well random spinning
tube trap door
pink scrumbled chitties churned
Just reach in
bobs your uncle bob.
Hands knees &
Booms a daisy.
Silly really.
Hissziss…
January 7, 2015
Message to Roxanna
Up
for apparent reason
undisclosed.
Harangued
power firm larcenists
with deft wit.
Bathed in bags of lavender oats.
Too much, too much
insouciance.
Satraps gather
at the Gate of Gosh
grovelling for a living
November 17, 2014
Tour de Trance
No milk
to cry over:
traffic and bollard,
pothole and hedgehog,
flood and folly. All delay delivery.
Try your best without.
Think Wartime,
make and mend,
a stitch in time,
careless talk
costs lives
October 6, 2014
Incubus Nouveau
Splurge urge, soggy gourd
Mulch and pulp, squash
Tomato, windy beans shrivel,
Drenched, trembling, gusts
Thus love came stealing
In sable, lunar night.
October 3, 2014
Luvvies
Lucinda Drama & Brian de Palma
Met up on the set of ‘Nice!’
‘Your face,’ she said
‘Is full of dread
And your head
Is riddled with lice.’
January 7, 2014
Lady Day
I could’ve slept all night
I
Cudave schleppt
All night…&
Stillav’schlept summore
I
Kudda did
Sumthings
Eye’ve
Nefferdun
Bevor….
I’ll never know wot made it so
Xcitin’
Wen allat wonce my art
Took flite
I
Ownly no that shee
Began two dance wivced
Me
I
Cuddadanssed
Darnstdarnsed
Allnite.
November 23, 2013
Epic
Otiose prose
Gets up my nose
November 20, 2013
Ideal
Dark just winter.
Nine o’clock snooze.
Dream? Insomniac dishwasher.
A brief history of crockery.
All enamel is utility.
Hell freezes
under green almonds
and thyme withers
on the vine.
November 18, 2013
Dukkha
As if
people
have
nothing
better
to do
than this:
Grimbeau 