By candle.
Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk
awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,
three-point-turning,
tricornering, crossing back,
leant on bedstead,
with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Sit and sweat and look
and realize why he smells off.
The do it again.
And again. Again.
Waiting for…forgot.
Dark chocolate
digestives?
Three, please
A cup of tea
refreshes
Yes does yes
Easily could
get into this.
Tea at three
dark chocolate
digestives,
You and me.
And a
cup of tea
No water
Works
everything
is
post…worthy
john peel mind rock
zest lime fig leaf:
See!
We quibbled,
she queried.
I squabbled, pram toys. Suck thumb
mendaciously.
Egg fried rice in best sock.
Crippling!
Enact plan
dusk time
Eight
Sea bass had
lids low: fog
walls swell in.
put feet up…
Wear wooly hat
proud as trout.
rest a while.
Smoke gerunds
beforehand.
Still skirting the zone,
peeping over picket
fencing the pastures
of plenty beyond.
Thick lush grass
leaning and sworling
under weathering:
copious
chlorophyll
good goodness.
grazeworthy.
Bards often write verses
For others in hearses
Ctuous der Dog:
Known, ermined
Happy said:
‘Stick done well.’
Midday
Starving. Neck
aches bad despite analgesics, just Poll this morning.
Did crap.
In a heavy head. Read a chunk
of nodule, looked things up.
Caecuban triumph plonk!
Salian piss up.
Forked tongued
double Dutch caps Cleo’s aspic act. Horace Norris changes trains of thought.
After eggs and passing clouds drowsy.
Clouds slumber
Hum hark hear
Ammonium
Salt miners
Maenads mummies
Westerly eyries launch
chaff over miserly ears
Turning on Twisted
hissing egos chide arid
bad armies renting earth
Hands over plover’s eggs
Soft petals release indigo
nerve gas empty tents
echo rueful neutral
astral laments
Let’s go to the loo
Let’s jump in the bog
Devastate the places
Where the putrid vermin hog
Let’s flush them out tonight dear
It’s silly not to try
Rid the world of scumbags
Without a reason why.
See the merman on the pushchair
huffing and grunting
like Puffing Billy, steam coming
from his nostrils
negotiating a three-point turn,
searching for the short term memory loss
that is a morning milk bottle. Splash!
It slips and spills some globs
on the floor and leg rash.
Not dropped though
so no need to cry.
Just grin and bear it:
get used to rancidness.
No rashers till you shower
when the care comes.
Grimbeau 