POV
Had a jar with Dora Maar
thought
She’s not like how she’s painted
A two-faced bitch’s a trifle rich
Still,
Her reputation’s tainted
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Shopping
October 4, 2013
Nibbles
The Rev Nice-Grub paused life struck
shopping list of savoury dainties before her
incomplete: savoury quails eggs, spiced cheeses…
Holy music meandered ox-bowed
midlife muddy water curved solidly,
strong, steady laps undercut the bank
vile, grass clod bays and inlets for voles
cans and ducks. Captives get marooned
on a cut off clump, excised by wake and wind,
and wave forlornly: we wave back, hollow eyed.
Our off white hull stirs large laps as it hums past,
scary aftermath loosens more sods that collapse
under the webfoot gait of ducks and swans
and wellyboots of anglers and toddlers
leaving small gashed inlets for thin quick snakes.
…crudites, nice dips, potato chips, nuts.
September 23, 2013
Wipers
Owls howled
weird haunting
arias,
touching
arcane
libidos,
opening violet eggs
louche like your
wings aping ruth
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 20, 2013
Farce of Habit
08:10
First post
(Come to the cook house?)
done,
much improved mood.
Scents of new sweat.
Accomplishment.
Done some thingness.
Stop turning
everything
into a poem.
Done!
August 13, 2013
Garden Table
Too bad heavy day, frown and sigh, we watch
Thick marmaladen flies circle
Pure white perfect dove’s egg nesting in sea
green potted purple heather lavender
surrounded by grubby pink, limp bloomers,
purple legs and arms like Matisse dancers.
A hoverfly, pauses for a butcher’s,
but soon Dakotas off to pastures other –
The wasp on the chocolate brown bacolite
radio had advised so over breakfast.
August 2, 2013
Bloater
Smoke pause and coffee slug
Curtain sloped out window
Sucked out, outsuck drag.
Shit! Banged red exposed elbow.
Smokestained drapes: salmon peach,
Tucked comfortably in twixt
bizzy-lizzy and big green shiny pot
imagine it plonked on silver beach
the shadows lengthen, sunbathers are vexed
some move, some curl up cold, and some do not.
Little happens slow
Somebody knows.
August 2, 2013
Mud and the Miscreant
Crave still and clear vision,
you never know it could, you know.
Bad lad down,
clear out of town.
Do not darken our door
bad news boy.
Come back when we’re gone out.
Sit down hard and think about it,
what you did,
You. Serves you right, eh?
Got your just deserts.
Look at you standing
lost in long grass
with toffee in your hair,
bramble scrammed calves
and shins.
Hide from the passing voices.
You’re on the run on your own.
Outsider till the smell of onions
frying, then, caught on the horns of…
Conflicted. In two minds caught on
Hungry man: angry man.
Be nice, take your medicine, be brave,
get fed, then go back to the Land of Nod you little sod.
July 27, 2013
Brooklyn’s Buggy
Siegfried came and went:
Sixty-Niner
Move faster,
Desiderata:
‘Go Bentley
without Plates…’
July 27, 2013
You Jest!
Wise fool,
state clown,
so no impact,
mock the weak,
so to speak,
ridicule the powerful,
doss down
in the vestibule,
drool,
cool…
Nose to grindstone.
Hard slog.
Trudge.
Yomp.
This is peace!
More mud than sludge.
What we put inside eachother…
do not nose. So, what’s to do today?
Sun, food, cider, shower…
Parsifal’s gone fishing should anyone ask.
Grimbeau 