Nap
Event horizon out of sight
In dusk dissembling tobacco ochre
standard light.
I cannot see what is or is not to be.
Only others see hour hands slow down and catch
a halted final glimpse of this afternoon
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Postcard from Today
November 26, 2013
Splat!
Night collapsed outside my window
to sprawl the garden
legs akimbo
November 25, 2013
Remote
Limpid, floating fragments fill mind’s sky,
cotton clouded heavens obscure blue
firmament.
A good boy enjoys a sock on the carpet,
Heavy sighs.
Unmet, unseen life probably goes on outside
(I’ve heard persuasive reports on my radio,
pictures on the shiny electric signs,
indigo screens, and from droppers-in).
How distant is the edge of remote
Anyway?
November 24, 2013
Lift
Above then is it?
In dreams dossing.
After noon front room
back window out: look.
Still
salivating no orchids
heart aches behind me
Head
November 22, 2013
Tarsus
Posing on the pooper scooper
Rowing caressers dip oars in
The music of time:
Flutes…
Lutes…
Pipes…
Silver dipped sails billow. Below
punkahs wallah cupididly the fans.
Ruddered Graces – Nereids,
Drape golden richly perfumed cloth
Of gold
Whose scent
Wafts the dumbstruck multitudes
Asleep
November 22, 2013
Bird of Cowardice
The mob has gone.
Bob is making
rolls with sausages in them.
A thirty four is shut: northward bound.
Wish I was a Phoenix.
Sometimes
November 22, 2013
Jock Frost
Tomorrow is Oxford without parking or me.
Remember the Alibi: amputated neck.
Sick note. Be flat. Play doggo. Stay warm.
Cocoon safe baby bunting.
Snug as a mug in a hug.
All is plight.
Begloved hands ring with pain.
Sing song blue.
Little Green Lies.
November 22, 2013
Lighthouse Nighthouse
Cricket and pills.
A Huguenot calls.
We talk balls.
Share our ills.
I do not wear lace since chiffon left.
Yet the memory of soap suds abides.
The medication commences just
after lunchtime on the second day.
Two down eight to go. Too high to control:
off the mark. breathe a sigh of brief relief.
Night is right.
Theodolites at dawn portend a repast
of frogs and lizards.
We shall heat them up before we eat them up
watching for triremes from the lighthouse penthouse.
November 20, 2013
Free Speech!
PMQ’s: doggy do’s and donuts, donkeys
dongs, epsilons. Chrysostom Whizzes. There
it goes up your Nos. Oui! Bilbao maze,
courting ruin. Edge of dark knees, Mercy:
Tintern’s Orange shell: morning sun crystal
fur frost. Wells too drop in on. The gentle
right man chews a rubber burger, butts a
verger, calypso hedge fund merger.
Snort and the world snorts with you:
sneeze and you sneeze on your Tod.
November 20, 2013
Certainly can: Can-can
11:46
Rain.
Poll & Nob been and gone.
Sloth sleeps so no shouts.
Me: wetsuit gloved, coffeed up, watched replays of yesterday and now:
what?
Dog just barked, commode getting wet by coalhole.
-Wannawork?
-Should really. Falling behind. Angsty.
Something about green gauze bugs me.
Cannot spell chrysanthemuns.
Can you? Smart, uh.
Now where was i.
Grimbeau 