A Flea
Melancholy
Flea
Melancholy
Knee,
Woe is me,
Anatomy
Giant flea,
Hook
Swatted whopper,
splattered it,
squashed it
on
scruff, ruff
with my giant thumb,
shadow of its former self,
a bloody, sticky mess.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
July 19, 2014
Cake House Rules
Find a strange land,
concrete, not a fancy,
Not a nation,
Nor a state or both,
where confusion breeds
dissemblance and misery.
A realm glimpsed,
enjoyed only without torment,
or opposing the beast.
Secure and safe, warm and dry,
without fear or favour.
Impossible! That can never be.
Whorled walnut tree
Makes the sticks
The brickburner supplies the bricks.
July 19, 2014
Top Hat!
Al Boley
fills gas
lamp mantle
a tin, eerie
bacolite mantle,
Woodbine romance
Shall we dance?
Syncopated Agatha;
Anglepoise, equipose,
Lachrymose quaques.
Crackle and ivory,
drum brush, Dapper Dan,
tuxedo, savoy, suave, class, pure class, lush…
rubber corsets on flaccid flappers,
inner tube condoms,
PJ Perelman, art deco, echo chamber
commemorations, abdications, league of nations,
pylon poets, silver screens, Teruel,
Abyssinia, King Zog, King Kong,
concierge, demi-urge, debutantes, ants-in-pants…
Popular Fronts, Fascist Cunts, Micky Mouse,
The uniformed doorman at the Picture House
Primo Carnero, Bonnie, Clyde, Lassie
Armstrong Siddeley, broken chassis
Spikes, louses, blouses, dames in trousers
Pathe Newsreels, nudists, sandalled Buddhists,
Caddying for Tony Locke, spats, Schneider Trophy
No nightingales in Berkeley Square, just martingales,
July 17, 2014
Silence of the Hens
Clouds bed
down easy
The chooks
make hush,
Throttled,
twoggled:
Nessum
Dorma
Chicken
Korma
July 16, 2014
The Beach Boys
Just picture
Over there
In that corner
A grand piano
Made of Blood
Fresh Olive
Slaughtered
Beachboys
July 15, 2014
Loophole
Surly, vexed, mumbling, bumbling,
swallowing down bile and spleen
a small bird hops past on the sill!
A fair coin tossed.
Whist!
A farced chant, grumbling like an alp.
Shannon mare dream
Shrill oboe scream:
Hector! Hold your horses.
The kettle’s finished boiling.
The past will someday
be the same again.
July 11, 2014
Nanette
She
Yellow
Cowled, pock-marked
Pale chuff faced,
Sidles,
Stumbles
Ghostly
Inside Chapel Cell,
Her Holy hidey-hole,
Up the duff,
recently gin & needled
She
dropped like a sock,
and in that drop got
relegated,
denigrated,
emasculated from Herstory,
babeless scrawl on nameless wall.
No net
you see:
no more net
Nanette.
July 7, 2014
Escape Velocity
The power set at constant max
Mind’s Eye emerges from start surge to
pure pace
A golden arrow flashes darting past.
Lee J Cobb. Wrong Cobb. Donald?
No, that was Campbell.
Google it, live & learn.
Pull the search engine up,
load it with a boulder, wind it up, and release.
Downwind we hear
no screams or impact
As if it never happened
July 6, 2014
Factory Records
I
have neither direct pictorial
nor documentary evidence for it,
my first quarter on earth,
except
what those directly involved have told me,
confirmed by their satellites.
All a bit vague if you think about it
The first thought is adoption,
the second hospital error,
third,
unwanted from a relative or neighbour;
alien invasion,
Son of God,
& Timewarps
follow once you start.
(At least it was not Shandy Hall and its annoying horology).
I
did see my mum from time to time
in her incubated space.
She smiled from hollow cheeks
fought the maggots eating the belly wound
from where I had been sprung.
My dad was shy and did not get pushy
about seeing me till things calmed down a bit.
He did not pick me up and rock me till we got home:
After he did I never cried again, it is said.
July 2, 2014
Whimball Grooves
Fresh, smooth,
honey enthrals me
floats me
casts me off .
Pork chops, bud planting proposed:
hope springs eternal.
Farce of habit.
No scruples,
too forced lately,
going to work for its ownsake.
Leave it to settle, Mr Pushy-Git for
‘You cannot manage
what you cannot measure.’
Love?
10cc…comes in spurts.
Henless heads, dustbin laden.
Pot posits kettle:
‘You are black.’
Read and rest
after aftershocks.
Lux and lug.
Whimball grooves.
Grimbeau 