Ear Blaze
…something moved me
stopped me in my steps
left me here
teetering
Prone as
a Wallander
on a curved
barbed wire
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
January 22, 2015
Innit?
Sleek
abysmal dancer witters on:
‘…got a Twitter, Andy tweeted. So,
I tweeted back. How we tittered.’
I looked out on the ragged garden:
taken a good winter battering, well
grazed by bold Sussex Hens
(the dog is indoors a lot of late).
My word mind lands on ‘Topiary’:
Sculpted hedgerow dinosaurs;
Gothic ramparts; all shapes phallic,
A racing car with driver, a duck,
Oh, and a family of elephants.
And nearly lost to reason I paused
And came to my senses.
The duties of the day press in:
Wake the dead, feed the head,
Clean up, sit up, sit down,
wash my feet, eat…
Tweet
January 21, 2015
Wystopia
Mauden – Nite Male Rubba Dub.
Heads up, there – A Riviera!
No Pushy-Pushing Now.
Duck the Punches! No pulling mind.
Here comes delight.
Da-da-da-dumdum.
Sing a Song of Songs sung Blue.
From Synapse to Prolapse:
A Curt History of Rapture.
Psychosyllables care of Dr. Egg;
tosh-tish-tosh;
plinketyppyplonk.
Bad reviews, bad previews –
Bumful of bad bananas for the drop.
Plop.
Hanging is ungood for the hangee.
Flash-flesh-flush.
Press & Whoosh: all dunned.
Mr. Turd says,
‘Now wish your wands!’
Now.
Go think yourself as water,
as liquid water under ice,
uninstilled.
Like this: churning, filling, spilling, welling,
willing, milling. Flossing.
Morris Flossing.
Big chews and tobacco spats.
A la mode: Discommode.
The Carps Barp.
January 20, 2015
Grike Water
Some primitive chanting
Lightens my day
Considerably
January 20, 2015
Fluke Skellington
Three approaches
The day’s ebb
The ebb of day
Could rest
my head
Go to bed
Writing about the agonies
Of others is a tad
Arrogant
Anyway I do…
No I will continue
Wracking
Corpuscle & Sinew
Come, come
That’s laying
It
On a bit lavish.
Like an old church
On a
Skellig
Singing
to
The Sky Light
January 19, 2015
Troll Patrol
Vigilante bands roam
Just lookin’ for some
Combing the land
Fine of tooth,
Grey of suit
Brain in hand
They are all in this together
Birds of a feather muck together
So the slogan goes
Creeping round
on tippy-toes
just like Savile
soon unravel
January 19, 2015
Bold Turkey
A Prial of poems
about giving
up
using cigarettes
as a metaphor.
Smart, uh! Believe me!
I’m a Vicar
January 19, 2015
Gaspers
Morrow
Whine
Concubine
&
Sultana:
Sultans
Pull on
Woodbines
&
Inhale
Passing
Clouds
In
Silk
Pyjama
January 17, 2015
Hero
Robert Desnos
Read
My
Palm
January 16, 2015
Chatanooga Chu-chu
There we are.
Banged one out, as they say;
never mind who. They do.
Whomsoever this they is.
I do not know…
She fibbed.
And she knew that I knew too.
If you want to find out, like I do, call her at:
Pennsylvania 65000.
I can’t get through.
The reception is dreadful
in this carriage.
Perhaps I’ll try the caboose
after luncheon.
Grimbeau 