Two keen school kids,
brother straggling
behind sensible sister,
go back to school
after summer hols.
~
A tired car door thuds
early for the nursery.
Old Madge pulls her
blinds wide open,
gazes maculate
~
On a new fall day,
turn turkey
on the dreary
daytime wireless.
~
Nettles surge: lilac droops.
A grey snail embeds on
the warm west window.
Syrians cycle
Through dripping Lapland.
~
Thyme and Rosemary
resoud in pots:
O’six, o’seven , o’eight…
O’nine keen as mustard
Come Mithra Shine.
Bay mare breeder, electric ether, head crazed
by on goings, sore to touch, touchily.
Tetchy little englander brought down to size
Colour, gender of choice, within boundless
Law: The Right of Light.
Torches rally, burn the beast, cauterize the earth.
Escalation, destination desolation:
regard slow time; report the truth; received
communication distorts, parts words apart.
Depart!
Darwin’s social agents popped in for a peep,
Pick up old confetti, soaping soft,
the right boys to do a boy’s job. Inside
a cringe (a swallowed outburst still emits gas)
and a barbed stiletto of rebuke.
They and I are hamstrung by pace, them too
much, me too little. Who is piggy in the middle?
The I of the storm The individual…
The news is abroad, I wish it well on
its journey to ignorance, words are so cheap
They are Free
Voices hear off. Who’s that?
Sotto voce, surely not…
Laryngitis? Going round.
Dan the Man,
very quiet, very soft.
Hard of hearing what?
Panic: King of Song breaks out!
Windows flung shut,
open air freshener
acrid Lavender.
Look out window, see blind woman,
shout hello, silly me
I can’t hear her, radio off,
mute mate shows up, funny looks.
Is it me or you? Tragic
You me: who we? Comic
Heads start to implode.
All I said: ‘Nice Day!’
watch blind woman talk away.
Grimbeau 