mamu.sic with double bass (funky blues ballad)

A time-travelling piece-a-work.

The Orchid Room

never met nobody like you, Mamu
always got one brown eye on the door
your silence
stronger than liquor
your heart
full, your skin thicker 

and the tumblenotes fall
and the teeny birds call
and we drink still to hope,

Twirl me Mamu

later, when its gloaming~light and dimpsy
whispers and echoes fill empty glasses
and you walk home with the tipsy~girl
tripsy
and lucky, so lucky are you, Mamu,
and the tumblenotes fall
and the teeny birds call

and i hang your hat on the hat hook until you come home.

(Take it away Jack, I need a drink)

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Looking through.

The hag-stone
carries the quick salt reek of the bay
where we drew in the sand with
pitted twists of heather root,
things we had to stamp-out
hours before the tide
returned to hide the truth of days.

Shrunk-down:
somehow condensed through
oneeyed squints,
the foaming line of breaker
formed a crossing out,
a swift correction.

Toffee-smooth outside
but in the hole quartz points
crammed together:
scraping a shadow,
in every glance a sharp truth.

ebby
beeskiffle
2014

Slow March

Twigs pout promises:
Teeny green kisses, bud-mouthed.
They shake supple backs at the hills-

Over there~ downs paragraph the skyline
In chunks of bluey woodland
where we walked.

Slate folded the valley into a dappled concertina
as I folded you,
(Neatly)
to await a warmer spring.

2014 copyright Beeskiffle/ebby.

clockwork

Brittle rust~petals blindly ::blink:: in joints
the smoothboned sweep gone gritty from foil flowers,
their perfectly perforated edges
grin
griptoothed and fiercely hungry
Bi-ting tighTly
night-by-night
Jailors. Losing their g.r.i.p

They delight in doubt, gorge on its fattening flesh
thick.in.mouth and
rooodly ooozing.
each gobfull (swells) their softening clamp-grip
as
hours
drag days
through ragged dreams
and quietly closer
to dawn.

copyright ebbyeasby/beeskiffle 2014