Chores
Pocahontas purged
her armadillo shack,
watered Chaz the Buffalo
only pausing for
Elevenses
so soon:
Mondays!
Same old…
Same old…
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
June 23, 2014
Feng Shui
One
after non-morning
The vestibule of frogs
Looked up,
Exchanged
Knowing glances,
And,
For the sheer hell of it,
Gawped
June 23, 2014
Lynchmob
Sun seeps in
Mandolin winks
Tingles
Whispers
Manifesto
Eschews
Lachrymose Dude:
Shrewd
June 23, 2014
Care
Wheel
Chair,
egg,
inward bound.
Shit shower splashes
dumb legs,
crud roars, goes mad.
Phew!
Many are called…
Sure up these walls.
Warm and cosy.
The Daily Nostrum.
June 22, 2014
Kali Says
On the lawn, undone,
watching silver radio,
listening to brazen daisies cackle,
Kali, crouched on her fold-up canvass throne,
above her subjects clamouring for crumbs,
sibilates: ‘Am I loathsome tonight?’
June 22, 2014
Ludo
We are Minotaur
In our labyrinths
All sublime
All divine
June 22, 2014
The Zest Fest
Get this thrill
Be no martyr
No Sidhartha
Spill no beans
Midsommer
Green scene
Thunder peel
June 20, 2014
Fitzcaraldo
Lunchtime.
Chilly when the sun goes plug
Ate bits of last night.
Took my drugs.
Green Cold Amber.
Sun in and out.
Epiphany!
Garden excursion with coffee and cheroot.
Stare at puffy blue song swan vistas.
Make an inventory!
A gossamer feather, white as the lamb;
a cutting crowded rusty burner
(By-law say no burning till seven
on dint of death by fire; A plethora of flies.
Cut my Leg? Crimson Orinoco.
The expedition returns to base.
Bloodied but unbruised.
June 20, 2014
Normal
Orestes kills
Clytemnestra
In Slumberland:
A mattress Ide.
Blue Mother’s Day feral. Woe ensues.
Laughbarrel!
Better the tranquillity of pulchritude.
Takes your mind of things.
Truth beauty. Beauty truth. That kinda thing.
Turn of the heel. Waft of sublime stardust.
Whiff it. Insuckle. Yellow ether self.
Full as life. Teeming. Oceanically.
June 19, 2014
Temenos
Mayhap a Schnitzel?
Tennisison:
Eastbourne ladies
sing this song:
Do-da-do-da-dei.
Torment ferments,
crystallizes,
like ice and glass.
Lapis Lazuli Sky
Attila the Flotilla’s back with
a looking-glass, seeing-eye dog,
Anna Cornucopia,
myths of lanky dogend.
Mystical hollow children
call from the far horizon:
‘give me love or give me love.’
Grimbeau 