Incoming Duck
Over there, over there,
unaware the sky is night,
We
Fear not, as the days is dark as well.
So, why should we worry as night
Is proved to be permanent sometimes.
Let me expand…
Boom!
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Recreation
August 28, 2013
Dead Pussy
Ethics man from Burnham on Crouch
says you ought not,
though you can,
put out the cat if it’s on fire.
Best all round.
But the money is on fire too.
You can’t save both, but you ought.
Save the cat or the money.
Self, self, self…Will, will, will.
Love is the answer.
Result: dead cat.
Buy a new one.
Stands to reason
Dunnit
August 25, 2013
Signs of Life
Twenty two (and more) pigeon posts phase your
eyes.
Cold tea and chocolate Hobnobs of the night
Adorn the paper strewn workstation
Grab an eyesore shower and recommence
The stringent pursuit of sublimation:
Prospecting for diamonds in the Shite.
August 24, 2013
The Grail Hunt
New early
half-four
downpour.
On Chalice Hill
Four Anoraks
Coverer huddle:
Avebury better
Inclement weather
Three pilgrims fall
Two blue, one black
All Pilgrims struggle
When heading back
To Inn Asylum.
Uplifted
From the road
The Rifleman’s
With open arms
Rustle up
Wet Sanctuary.
August 22, 2013
All must Fall
Just Gone Four…
Oval test strolls,
profiteroles,
game of bowls,
same old souls,
blunt narwhals,
red brick wall,
Mad Max Wall,
wonder wall,
washing well,
Phil Tufnell,
curfew knell,
peanutshell,
squirrel fell,
all must fall,
human zoo,
blowers too
August 22, 2013
Fat Fly
Play!
We have play
On
A dog day.
Sweat and steam.
Sultry dream:
water lilies,
huge emerald
pink voilet.
Swamp and mire,
fire fish fly,
like pickets…
August 15, 2013
Rock the Kasbah
World Service Station: 14.30.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
What’s so empty
about human concern
in a well-heeled brogue?
Ummm…thinks!
Ox famine aint it
awfulness oozes
Seeing a Roedean girl
gang-banged by
A Droog Militia who
snigger snidely.
Gymkharma ponies
crash demented
Against freeway barriers.
Pulsars of horse blood
pepper windscreens
Eye blink wipers
flick them away
As quick as a
pest in the Kasbah.
July 29, 2013
Lucky Little Lady
The Tamarind dropped anchor and despatched a
purple emissary
who announced the fate of the sweet, eyed,
lovely Maiden
from the coast of Malibar
to the swelling throng on the quay.
It appeared that, for once, the trades had been kind:
the Pirates of Somali
were living it up in Bali
July 28, 2013
Scram
Chewy lamb of god & son ltd
First compact runners
Old new potatoes reheated
Fresh mint sauce of summers
Then and now under lilac cloud
Eyeshadow, outlined by cable mascara
And toothpick telegraph poles that scud
Willy-nilly, abandoned to the coal nirvana
Trees call another dusk
July 28, 2013
I & i
I said to Betty:
‘Drop everythingi. Tonight we eat
with Ferlinghetti. I will you uppy-pick
in my Maserati at seven thirty sharpish’.
‘What will we have, Jimi?
Probably spaghetti, or, maybe linguini.’
‘Yummi!’
Grimbeau 