The Die is Cast Off
…aside from scrub
scatted Street Legal,
flew solo around
the warm grey upstairs
spreading love
and affection with
my every breath.
I had a pony:
its name was Lucifer…
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
March 22, 2015
Fred Carno’s Circus
Show on road? No…
Isolated blizzard,
hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,
These and sundry vilenesses
prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn
Fulfilling promises of gardening.
A pluperfect spring morning
wasteland of historic neglect
disgrace my spiffing gaze.
The road to oblivion is paved
with claptrap and obliquy.
Nothing comes of nothing
never…
March 22, 2015
The Surgical Spirit of Joy
More murky murk
Mufti wades through grey
Morning Match of Day
No blocked beds
Must scrub up
Ready for Theatre
March 21, 2015
The Schism
Ten at night
The pie is dead
Remember The Grapes
Sickly sweat clings
Cold cascades
What is he barking at?
The moon is out
Down The Grapes
With the stars, some hasbeens
And four screaming wannabes
Called The Vermeers
I couldn’t make it:
Artistic differences, you know
Matters of principle
Moral scruples
Skint
March 21, 2015
Getsworse
The giddy minstrel lived on fruit
Flies, moguls, caprice and hunks
Of Cheese and Bread
She did not give a damn about
What
Anybiddy said
Once munching on an oligarch
She tittered and got silly
Convulsed in laughter and bit off
A substantial lump of Willy
March 21, 2015
Keeping Worm
Lanolin folded cream
Rolled ploughed furrowed
Clouded brow field
Sky blue food dye filling,
one indigo dropped in a sea
of sky goes miles
Insuck ouch
It bites that wind
Just looking at it
Seated by a throbbing rad
Savaging a trembling bramble leaf
Petrifying a bare twig
Starching stiff the black tent top
And fruity pastel bin and body bags
The fat drawers and winding sheets
Creaking next door’s line
March 21, 2015
Gunge
Jerks temporal physical
ecclesiastical spits
& spats dribs and drabs
scamper like sideways crabs,
those little sand ones,
super-sensitive little critters,
don’t want them in your vestments.
Just thought makes skin creep.
Icky rinse and unction,
gentian blue, geisha socks,
hollyhocks in aspic,
that’s fixed it. spit it out,
like venom or tripe
gloopy pukey cheesy goo:
Yuksville, Ariz.
March 21, 2015
beedling
remember some
name
fell off
dark rock dead surface
third stone from a sun
inconspicuous absence
heart grew heavier,
colder somehow violet
gone but just
forgotten
do not kid yourself
we are disposable stardust
March 18, 2015
paraklute
Sure is
a long way to tip
O’Reilly
after lamb
steak nosh
some
in and out in
the cold
sunny morning
it
is as back
to be to
wooze
my way
Gideon’s
abject budget
to wake
undone
alone,
aware of onewhere
droning phone
March 18, 2015
Eggset Stun
Stark naked park oak
Bronze burns amber sundown
White copper glare
Traffic blazes slowmo trail
Sparkler impromptu squiggles
Embossed on slow retina
Fading as the day does too
Grimbeau 