Turning Japanese
Hey bitch broke curtains
Injustice pomes underway
All timing is bad…
Timing
Athenian four syllables
Laid Nagasaki waste
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: United States
March 5, 2014
Minds Meet
Thank-you
Mr
Borges:
after all,
what you wrote,
sent me
off
scroodling.
February 26, 2014
Bills, bills, bills…
Love the smog, says Chuck, give it a $500 bill
Even if it only handles Three-Fifty.
Dedication is not enough:
Starve, go mad, anything
but Christmas and the Queen.
Decent, Open violence:
Heaven.
No guns or knives;
smart weapons, suicide bombers
can have it all too themselves:
Totally Assured Destruction.
Watch them, video game Field Marshals
play it on the beach, with the grandkids, at Christmas,
and watch The Queen inside smart shades.
September 17, 2013
Schools Out for Supper
Brenda, Hilda, Daily Dampener, Cleo’s Panda:
All Jolly natter past my open window.
A routine mantra measuring out huge
Dollops of pre-school childcare: tendergarten
Sucklings and seasoned toddlers bloodied, bibbed
and tucked, for the battle, the preparation
for bigger battles with the big bad world
August 29, 2013
Morning Campers
Today,
the Irrational Community,
lurch to bomb bad Syrup:
pissing off
Hexbollocks and Purrshah,
And wake up in bed with Al Capone.
Mulberry Bush Obama spins.
Gnostics, Coptics, and Cardtricks bluff and bully:
‘Come on in, the slaughter’s warm this season!’
Misty Frackington-on-Gass
resounds to the gunfire crackle;
Badger, set, and batch.
A Chinese boy weeps blood from hollow sockets
his eyes lay gouged out unseen before him on soft, red clay.
Yesterday there was a Dream
Today there is a Nightmare
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 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.
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.
June 23, 2013
Pardon
‘What do you do when the muse shows up?
‘Hide the biscuits’
‘Huh’
‘Oh yes… stands to reason five months on the frozen tundra, hunters after ones antlers’
‘Syringe your ears’
‘Not yet’
‘What?’
‘You said Ginger nears’
June 19, 2013
Brakefast
Forget to learn there once was jam and black
berry toast. You cannot mend a broken
heart or a broken law; fines, sanctions, cautions,
cops, courts, gaol, torture, solitary confinement,
screws, life, death, release, parole, escape, execution,
appeal, discharge, rehabilitation, detox…
commit another one: food for thunk.
Grimbeau 