The Internal Dynamics of Usury
Dumped sizzling pariah
Madcap laughing Tourette’s
Send chocolate bribes
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: writing
February 24, 2015
The Ineluctable Presence of Ironing
Daft hens are porous
Obsolete commodities
Unlike washing lines
February 23, 2015
Cooking on Daz
Spuds on, oven off.
Daily Gerontius with Olive Spadeface.
Leaves are hard to draw when you’re crap.
Two bags of Walker’s previously salted & some savoury balls of
Obscure provenance.
It’s a rap trap, Baby – & you been tort.
That’s me in the sauna, losing my spaghetti.
Blob and Mutt.
They of the far-famed gut
Jellyroll Morpeth.
Son of that sod: Maximillian Swell.
Cast of Godsends, back from the groove.
Loosely hanging, cockless in Dawlish
waiting for a brain. Feeling Vera’s
braiding Himmler’s genes. One. One. One.
February 21, 2015
Carthorse Corner
Too far out,
too previous,
horse chases cart,
down the winding
rutted track
half-heartedly
stampeding
February 21, 2015
Green Bacon
The Danish verge on the green.
Biomass & wind: a potent combo
(resists ratatouille quip). The dog’s gone off!
The Dreamer Wakes.
In Nebraska there is a river called Dismal.
The toilet turns over a new leaf.
A terrible beauty is born.
February 20, 2015
A Confederacy of Onceness
A chaos of familiar streets edge the hub,
smell the humming throng murmur and burr.
Was that a car door or a suicide bomb,
splatting like a bursted, maddened boil?
We look up for more, get none and get back up to pace.
Streets wail blocked with beds and wardens.
We bustle along skulking, tutting, smiling,
Snarled, peering, eyes down, anti-heroes,
Loose limbed, bloodied free climbers…
But the main sport selfie masks –
learnt as toddlers when we dodged all
punishment for our misdemeanours.
February 17, 2015
Machievelli’s Lullaby
My best advice
to those concerned –
Watch the lips
Ignore the words
February 17, 2015
The Tragic Disappearance of All Known Stuff
1
Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed
cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,
coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux
of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,
sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,
the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now
Abandoned.
2
The once sure folk have fled, melted and mutated,
The meek ones headed for the hills, they crouch
and mooch grumpy, sucking stale breadsticks
in their holes, the old caves and calcified barrows.
The diehards fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –
smouldering stockyard bone stooks stand pyrrhic
Sacrifice
3
With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,
Ever abhorrent of void it convenes
Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,
Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle
a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:
You are only as good as your last, worst
Algorithm
February 16, 2015
The Eden Project
When Adam delved
And Eve span
Who was then
A Caliban?
February 16, 2015
Drop Scones Alert
With Finger gone off to quench a thirst
And the Nursery Slopes powdered by fine talc
The prufrock afternoon spreads out like a coma
Anaesthetized upon a fable
Aesop withheld from release
On allegorical grounds
Grimbeau 