Back Seat Driver
Dare, go on dare, do some work!
Teetering on the brink, uh.
Watching the kitchen sink.
Go on and do some work.
But…
there’s the pain, and the weather,
and the tories, and those socks, the dog,
and the…Shut up and do some work.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
February 5, 2014
Moniker Called By…
Chatting small, enduring twaddle and passing comment on the news,
the wonderful weather, Ents and death trances, and
recent sightings of drunken old muckers puking on poodles
Every so often there are smartphone snapshots of dormant pets,
a dinner dance after a few, a flying saucer over Tesco’s,
the paddling pool in the back garden, and some baby humans.
During tales of goings-on in times past, the clock is seen, nattering over.
Down to brass tacks: hoovering, bed-making, tidying, graft, filling in forms.
Today I am torn between Albert Camus or Kermit the Frog: I sign ‘Dean Martin.’
February 5, 2014
Agony is…
…real but invisible,
defined but uncertain,
yesterday and tomorrow.
For forever and a day.
The sheer never, never,
Neverendishnessness…
…And you, fellow sucker,
And me over here, shallow fucker,
bob about in these
shark-infested waters,
Quints ready for the taking,
Bamboos and rubber Treeplants.
February 4, 2014
Next!
Midday…
Morseless rain all morning,
Steady persistent, ruthless, insistent,
Yet sometimes relenting
snide off-pisser.
So…
We Diggers curse this argent,
quick drip liquid,
call it a gluttonous mire hawker
(and sometimes worse)
Then…
Plangent noon sun stops play.
An early lunch and cribbage
Approaches from the West.
As Buddha flies over the cuckoo’s nest.
February 3, 2014
Play
Slow going, going slow, sigh blue, going round
Blow a bubble, paraffin and monocle, pursed lipstick lip
Bigger, jelly heavy bubble, floppy.
Heavy air: barometer finger low, rain and fruit
Plop!
On the rug, spectral petrol wobbles, see through puff-ball
Houses cypress frond
Watch, watch and…
Pop!
Blow another?
Laters
February 3, 2014
Subway
Lurking turd,
shower hour,
dough gone sour,
ate a bird,
lemon curd,
not a word
invisible man,
caravan,
Santayana,
eat you manna,
heaven sent,
penitentiary,
elementary,
speckled band,
Look! No hands,
shifting sands,
camel dung,
song is sung,
iron lung…
cheesecake,
winelake.
February 1, 2014
Bubble Wrap
Yesterday,
when time stopped
forever,
the dreamcloud
smiled knowing
that the sly
sun was out
with some chums
February 1, 2014
Plumb
Let me glide
as a Frisbee
Glides
the wild, mauve
yonderness…
feeding on
the plankton
on the event
horizon:
a vacuum
sucker of warm
lux skin flakes.
Hovering
Indigo
firmament
January 31, 2014
Purple Sprouting Broccoli
Bleak expectations!
Ready yourself for the big surprise:
There is no spinach.
Liverpudlians go shopping on the wireless.
The light dims.
Cheer up!
It’s not the end of the world.
Says who?
Am I talking to me?
No, thank Gawd…
just the voices in my head.
We sit and wait and write.
What is there to do?
Exercise, sleep, leisure:
the high life, or what?
January 31, 2014
Great Expectations
Friday afternoon, the excitement of the weekend starts to build,
the thrill of the familiar, a chance of the known unknown.
Minor risk-taking, for me nowadays, is perhaps a late film.
I do not drink at home these days and I never go out at all.
There are some chicken thighs that need something doing to them, and spuds.
Hope there is spinach and rashers. Don’t fancy another Ruby Murray.
Grimbeau 