Omnes
In the dead of night
the dead of night
take stage
muttering,
omnes, omnes,
omnes…
near streetlights
distil dawn light
crying still
Slow worms
winking
ascend
the
dreamer harbours
demons,
the
demons of
daylight.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
October 30, 2014
Pangst
An hour fades
endeavour
slows to sluggish slog,
An idle creak,
And
Precious
little
celebration
Puke rebuke,
obscene repeat,
then retreat,
Tricornered
Here
music plays:
disjointed,
butchered,
an dispatched
October 26, 2014
Sick Vic
There once was a Dylan called Vicar
In want of some dollar and liquor
So he flew off one day
Got carried away
And promptly got sicker & sicker
October 24, 2014
Huff
Reggie enraged, Pelvis, cakestand Pioneering joinery… all is envy all is bendy. Mortal coma fruitbat spreads fruitlice, fine toothed comb, fine tooth comb. A flux on all your mouses! …chikken scurry, funny money, the Emile Zola Pianola
October 24, 2014
Willywarmer
She
coughed a cough someone could hear
grabbed and kissed the solid air,
looked into the Frigidaire,
and put away the butter.
He
folded up his underwear,
placed them neatly on a chair,
washed his ears, his nose, his stare,
and went off to play Mah Jong
They
felt the need to disappear,
not another fucking year,
like the last yet more severe,
once they had a future.
That
was a thought that got too near,
pledge to not give in to fear,
get the fuck right out of here,
find a warmer climate
It
is just the time of year,
the fallen apple, the prickly pear
far’s too far, near’s too near
the reason of the season
October 23, 2014
Sheer Good Fortune
…3hrs on a Prox,
the clock struck a passer-by,
who,
deeply gashed,
hailed a passing ambulance on its way,
as luck would have it,
to
a
Sepia
Krankenhouse.
October 23, 2014
Bequem
No aims, no lords, just me, and the sea…
Snug in the lap and rock, the slop and plash
Diving deeper, the sleeper plumbs new depths
Of woozy deep, slithers, warm down the unseeable
Billowing liquid flames of the core, the temenos,
Breeched and hewn by exquisite heat, forging a
Pillowed inglenook in which to mosspot ease.
This is no dark blue luxus dreamt up
in tune or sketch, no symphonic flood,
folk smoke trail stream or ramble.
It lies here with the corpuscle
glitching grike soft timorous in the mammoth,
anemone corner of the one now clear
smiling eye behind the fourth stone.
October 19, 2014
Coldfinger
Coldfingered,
some deaf, bewildered beast,
slopes in slow, bright, sane delight…
Brown Ground drowned,
Sound wind opaque,
Cimarron smokey lake
flock tactile mural peak
Cowling dented tin wind,
Taste hot silent sin
Away! Cooling. Down…
…Meet and Eat
Alfresco with Francesco
Baked Alaska? Alabaster
Just in time
Manufacture
Old war wound
Tarsal fracture.
Wholemeal bread
Cardtrick wine
October 12, 2014
A Chattering
Despair? Moi, Nah.
Diamond
Despair says:
Some say Ebbohla
Others Eebohla…
What is it?
We are told nothing
Never, nevvah, no…
Self combusts
On Live Telly
I slip into
Warm solace
Light a fire
On the floor
Before me
Invention
Is the child
Of
Free play
October 9, 2014
Wild Night
Look Ma, No land!
Outward bounding sounding.
Leap in the dark chart.
Trust me. Trust the boat.
Shiver me timbres, if you must.
Anchor me and I stop.
Mistreat me and you will suffer at your own hands.
Freedom is yours.
Sez whose army?
Smell cloved rind, take deep draughts of zestful Pomander.
Ambergris, musk, or civet – know not which
smell hangs round my neck.
To conceal?
Contenders include:
Old stale boxers, empty horses, prize-fighters,
ring rusted, knocked out, punch trunks.
No. Clean out last night.
Socks and slippers, forget me not when I forget thee.
Drongo alert.
Tweet, tweet, dive
Survived the ambush, another sell buy shooting:
left gazpacho kippers out flat, plumb tuckered,
gobbled up with occidental relish.
Post war: Daphnia, Delia, and Celia skip
a light fandango with Mandingo, leave him manacled,
popsickled, humbled: prone to pillage.
Pesky parishioners, villainous villagers, codpiece Carmellites,
how they muddled meddle,
wild hunters pass by like trappist hoodlums.
Silent but deadly
Past Full moon, Rowan hides it,
cloud gusts fade to wispers.
Hunters swoon with exertion,
rest in peace
on mauve nasturtiums.
Grimbeau 