Mornlight Drive
A blind, dead driver
in front
slows and
indicates all options
before a left at the lights opposite
a set sun of cheap stuff
and loss leaders
that call the believers
and sinners to shop.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poetry
July 22, 2013
Icarus
All the trees
are brown
and the
carpet is grey.
I went
for
a splash
on a summer’s day…
July 22, 2013
Elevenses with Igor
Rite of Spring on: unseasonably
Pleasing accompaniment while
Sitting daringly naked with towel
To hand and an eye on my genitals
Ensuring they are not overexposed
To the sun.
Having been burnt before like this.
When the Rite is done
(less than thirty minutes)
Back indoors to lunch on cider and crackers,
And, gently creaming my largest organ.
It is the centenary of this Rite.
July 21, 2013
Sunday Papers
Middle-aged callow chants and chick pea stew.
Lukewarm Ointment smoothed in careworn lost eyes.
Hind-sighters rushing after scornful truth.
Saps still raking moon under the morning
Maple syrup
July 21, 2013
Hot Cocoa Car Reverie
The cosmic chime of sub-atomic car clock
Inspired (drove) Samantha to yellow tears.
Fred Carnage clutched boiling plastic cocoa,
felt for her a lot: Why was that then ouch?
Bingo! It was Bloody Yule of course.
Her in fatigues sporting a bazooka,
he recalled, sipping with care…
The logo of Mothercare, in mist subsumed.
They shared the memory of a teenage pregnancy
A rollicking remembrance of a rampant ride for Fred.
The nightmare of an unmarked hospital grave for Sam.
July 20, 2013
September 2011
Pull the curtains and reveal that wow sky.
Thin cloud sculpts a convalescent moon:
wondrous shivering sad silver presence.
The clouds permit this harbour of head space
Provoking basks to chill before dumb dawn.
Then watch through the fan window,
gaze past the submarine aerials and chimneys
and glimpse a fulsome face on Kerry’s mad coast.
Promenade across sad Bantry and stark Beara,
then southward to Baltimore and the big seas.
When bright dead and other sleepers cop this
they abandon calm: and bark wild with wonder.
July 13, 2013
Sheet Life
Midday after a slow trudge of a morning
Skid marks on my pillow:
A pillowcrash.
In the wee big hours when dragonflies sleep
Worldnews feeds my dreams, another train disaster
More than not man dead, I am well informed
By a tweet tweeting by
Just after seven when all the gods wake.
July 12, 2013
Trout Bridge Test
Epic phone call underway
Mutti’s birthday
Nineteen forty three was it?
Wind sprinkles hose droplets:
Sprinkler.
Faux summer afternoon:
Shower how it’s done.
Easy racial stereotypes
Sturmers
Drangers
Blowers
Errors
Spiv summershadowspots:
Forget me pink wotsits
How reminiscent of one
Who threw the bathwater
Out with the baby bio.
July 11, 2013
Sick Bay
Protozoans and zoans; krypton tripped on
A fat, docile cat.
Splat!
A commotion ensued:
fur, screech, ouch, run…
boxed in
in the garden
permanently dormant.
Cist! My arse
Tells a tale
Of
Punishment.
I am arrived at the mausoleum.
Linoleum cool marbled purple floor
Helpfully reflecting afternoon sun.
A resurrected garden through the door
Seems closer as shadow lengthens distance.
No matter; we continue our approach.
Outside is, as always, not what it seemed,
As usual old habits and patterns
Recur: lassitude and wreckfullness soon
Assume the crown: spongeful someday slatterns
Vying for positions of insignificance
Beneath a tree, by the spuds and garden fence.
July 11, 2013
Spillage
So, spill coffee over oneself and kitchen.
Result: soft summer incandescent
Rage! Against a covering of lichen
Sludge, puddle,, brute granulated isthmus
And slipper. Tears of hopelessness well up
And the day is defined as sloth and neglect
Dream of cream cakes, water skis and beaches.
Humanism really ought to practise
What it preaches.
Grimbeau 