Tag: style


Head of

Head of

The essential difficulty with Mssr Grimbeau’s

pomes is  that they are crap & drivel




self-knowledge is

a wonderful thing.

Pedal Extremes


Go barefoot,

unstockinged or socked,

as often as you can!

Even if

like me

you have

grotesquely twisted gnarled toes,

suppurating scabby nightmares,

wear your feet with pride.

Feet are wonderful,

if you have some

Flaunt them

Jesus Swept Up

A swept hilt rapier

It is a Saturday,

another one,

sleep walking

Sarin stiffs,

trousers ankled dead,

snuff one,

get one free,

modern day



Tit-Bits Advertising Postcard

Yesterday plus one

damp smell of seventies

porn mag, black and white,

thick minged,

Titbits or Parade,

lawn and hedge,

put it back where you found it:

a secret.


Stealthy wanks and aloof strops conceal

the pull and then sulky sleep,

complex born.

Delivered by a bald man from Parslow’s

who looked like a parrot,

or that comedian who made a film with a parrot,

lantern jawed, sort of Stanley Holloway,

that time anyway.

We move into different times of Happy Door

writing down the football scores

in a Woolworth red notebook

and very erudite

but for the greasy skin and hair

and the Bri-nylon shirt:

withered upturned orange collar,

second hand jacket that was always too big:

still is.


Pink salmon trousers for smart

made me look and feel like a dork,

perhaps I was!

Do not let on or you’ve had it,

there will be retribution and bullying

far worse than ever known in the history of me.


Join gangs,

walk hard and hide

clever bully,

ideas man,

dirty rec,

silly temptress with Goldie locks,

the smell of sweet wee-wee.

Bowled him!




Orange Socks

Orange flower



Wormwood wore a wormward look

purple boots  resent at leisure

trudging tough slow groggy mires

Orange sock hat Wormwood wore

On Sundays and bank holidays

she always wore orange socks

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