Grimbeau

Scroodles

Oliphants & Berserkers

O'Morse where art thou

 

 

ain’t got no time for messing; original thought sought; panic brought forth nowt; busy morning to chew over;
a bitter campaign; internecine warfare in the shires; who drew that line in the land?

the wind gets up apace whipping up a storm a white island volcano coughs its disapproval causing five
to perish on a far off event horizon

black holes are practicising cannibals that will eat eachother in the end engendering a pompous rumpus in
the parly houses that remain

it was then it dawned on me it was midwinter and i ought to make sacrifice to fuck all and ensure the bucklers
are fit for purpose

it was noted as odd when the supply train arrived before the vanguard and the smell of sizzling bacon
entranced our half starved elephants and berserkers

Flavella found paltry the consolation of knowing that persistence was its own reward as she gathered lilacs
in the spring scattered on the ringpull strand

A Bit of a Handful

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Foot zing diminishes after redress; today was stillborn arduous;
earthquakes tremble listlessness, unlured by tallow poesy,
very nice though it seems, a can of worms called cryogenic
masochism. the rood that unglued. nothing hinged springs easy.
Where is it to go?
Forlorn in no faced media; a crowd of ones and zeros swaps;
O not to live like that if I make it through this eternal night;
topdogs of a thousand faces; lit from underneath by lime
twixt screens disposed to wander looking for a break
a let up in the bombardment reveals
a paucity of rubble heaped beside a cranky trebuchet
lightly dusted with talc
redolent of instant mash

Air Weaves

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…radio morning:
Barg,.. CPS Snow…the Warp

and The Anarchy by Dalrymple
wherein Clive Of India
does himself in

with a rusty penknife on a luxuriant jakes…

& Eliot’s missus opts for happy pills
taken aback by Dostoevsky  elation
epilepsy, gaming

and sheer fucking Joi de Vivre

Why is this comic?
I dunno
You’re the expert
End of sonic

Head below

Heironymush Tosh springs to mind
Fat blackbird on bare mountain ash
tobacco yellow beak
beech leaf clings to dog fur
nightlights glow through mist…
Dilith strikes traditional note
grabs old hacks by the scrote and throat
invoking hostesses of rebecca
starlets and harlots rid the streets of slime
oozing under chapel doors
like strawberry juice and penury

Solent Night

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got a november sunday
got a wind early when courtesy called to say

Old Cleobury snuffed itt
a month before his judgement day
when the oriental sun
sets swiftly in the west
and misere mes deus
rings out in vestibules and bleak boutiques
across a frenzied flame grilled chard
got a sad november sunday

Young Cleobury snuffed it yesters after vespers–best go light a twilight candle…Seems seven tried and fooled about too much for an epoch give or take an epic spurt & lurking back now slunked off in search of fresh fields trotting
taking picket nimbly skipping ugly tackles bypassing bucks playing futures by wild carding every given hand
sub contracting bridges to dubious firms of hoods
each sizing me up for the drop come elevenses stop hard rest into teeming psychospace occupied by humless stingers, causticbarbs.
proceed vaincautious over casting
suspect glances confirm contact was declined

spiralling down muchlike dizzy alice snatching selfies tuxedoed beside smiley vultures often congregate below
but soon part at the pace of plummet bumping on houmous spheres
before forgotten fear of falling said no pulling out this jaunt ain’t no easy ride consider boiling hot flesh melting under withered skin
losing conchshellnesss on glossy triptych
picturebook thumbsucker
rockaby snug terror
safe inder silkinesses
creamy green envelopment

slow to warm of late; outswung end of rope pressing offal swing bridge freeze framed close up nosehair gawp
accompanies point blank stare from vacant spaces

counted marbles three to one and looked elsewhere

just before afterwards…

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…nobody seen talking when one arrived and one left on a mission to Coventry  (a unique silence fell)
felt nothing no matter how hard could not relate felt very awkward (a true quality of
light)
concave faces impress with natural reluctance to crack smiles while sedentary ( a screw came loose)
on return the ashtrays and coffee cups were absent without leave incidentally (a hound bayed blue)
stranglers and burglars concluded the account of recent deft grand larcenies ( a smell of tranquil ear)

Burning Bash

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—Burnt out, or so you say. All burned out. Dried up, but like what—wadi or toast, wreck, ruin, candlestick or freak storm? Where there’s life…where there’s life. That’s what they always say
—Toast it is then: crusty brown wholemeal toast burnt black, iffy thermostat…
—Not bad, not bad at all
—No heart & soul mind you
—Husky, though, even a little dusky (ha-ha)
—Coffee brown roasted funnel dregs
—Still damp!
—Left out when the sun was at it’s…
—Zenith?
—Strongest
—Wow…that is real burnt!

The plague years, they said, burn themselves out.
A peculiar variety of auto da fe
It would seem to have been
Divinely ordained.

Fire starter & hosepipe surge; belle, bookie, & candelabra!
Have they moving the furniture around again?
Yes. They never stop it these days.
so much so sunshine & showers
seldom clash these days.
So well do they behave themselves.
And clouds no longer burst.
Not since many a long year.
Dry as salvages we are:
Mesos, stackpoles, arid drumlins…
Only lithographs remain,
ink shadow plays, traced on distressed concrete,
splashes wink on toppled sarsens, drizzle laps on banished dolmen…
sure it’s better than nothing, anything’s better than splat:
‘That’s what they always say’
—a coalition of crackpots, by gum!
Well Would you Adam & Eve it?
Iron Sadie morphs up
before your very bleary eyes
It defies all common sense, she said.
It ought not be allowed, she bled.
Curtains shut below but not above,
marked down the mental sentinel
Must have Gone to Hull in a handcart
On the run in Kingdom come
Caught red handed bonkers in
Fingers in the till
Golden City of tiny lies,
Pottersville emits more heat than light
ominous stench of ordure
So who was it scared the horses?
All enemies are liars
I am an enemy
Cogito ergo summer suit
Pass me a government
I think there’s one in my rainbow
Shunshine & showers wee small hours
Aha! Red biddy bam a lamb
It’s a blunderful midwife
This should never have happened
To us Old Newtonians
As June defines an end to May—

Think this this → Here
So read the legendary
stAte called (t) Ired
in-Comprehending
optionless, prone, akimbo,
gersplatted after
The Fall
The fall
takes it clean out of a body
in unholy smoke!
(that in which it all goes up)

watch it go up quick then
pfffhhhszz!
Vertical matchbox soaked in sun
The floor was too hot to walk
Back in nineteen eighty one
No-go area then: nowhere area when?

Some say emergency were slow
Slower than a fireball is fast
Grenfell tower, Latimer road
Notting hill, West London showed
Up, up, up, for what it’s worth
A charnel house in a sea of dearth

Schismism

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Joint effort redress complete…

read the funny papers
impeach begrudging reviews
a rare treat for imbalance to cringe

 

 

Two toffee muffins and Earl Grey tea
with almond milk and sunny honey
taste sweet after we ran for the hills,

holed up downtown speakeasies
watched a burning man fall to the ground
gape jawed onlookers caugh
the long last word ‘Catch’–

no takers came forward from the gallery

The eye of time regards us all
with scant regard
Stop fighting in the War Room
they say in hushed tones

The Prince and the Paedo
all at sea in a ropey  inflatable
–schisms fall like rain these days
confounding the living and the fed

Litmus Toast

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In the shell of the derelict Whalehouse coolies puzzle over paradoxes set by lounge bar lizards with slit me gizzards after throttling and poke me in the eye with starched cravats who feed off one armed bandits parked by signs marked exit

Once beside a time   empty handed punters   beg  favours feign worry spoof  anguished monochrome saviour  foster righteous outrage   really biding time  until soft cops came by in drag   quelling din & quenching   thirsty fires one by one

The fun had barely begun  an ill disposed hermit fell foul of a a fishy dishy   only found out to the cost later

She was an alligator at heart   who fed off a baked potato   he found too hot to fondle
A portrait of a disappointment just  for a change

She claimed that when he looked around casual took a bitesize chunk of grumble pie then settled down to face off a blowey night part lit by fazed green candle night …

Green golden sleeves droop willowy hanging limply over sable fable plots of footpads tripping lightly on elastic flagstones

 

Sneak thief nimble wily   attend the gulley snipe’s   consumptive giggles  mock echo ghoulish chatter & the splatter dash of infidels dissolves down rancid runnels

Air drains for miasma from hoop lanes where squat arched floribunda sprout from brick grikes and get mistook for feral catnip

Loss leader posies,ark the spot…fistful of sixes, fistful of sevens  overspruced suitors  don best bib and tucker stride coyly bolt upright

Besmirched by coal juiced sleet just dropping by to pass on a promise of nevermore sorrow & eternal blisses

Stole furtive kisses contacting sublime lilting learned on all things and everything you honour to neglect
overmuchly.

Meanwhile downtown Hope sprang eternal tin the human beast thanks to electric shock therapy interrupted by an outage

Episode seven: The Rape of the Lick; Five go Apeshit in Dudley Salterton (the only game in town); Deaf Mango Party Pack plays a Humdinger de Luxe al fresco

Carpal tension quelled at last by stirrup pump & gurgling unction   Going going gong rang out…Squawky Flitch prevailed over a jug of brine before  bringing up the main

During the crash of two zeros eight we consider eight fugees queuing up outside
Northern Rock in Brixton rescuing a lifetime’s savings.

Rodgered once more by de Cover Up they retreat into Insecure obscurity; battening down hatches; weathering the storm –The one that never stops

Hurricane Hutzpah hits Louisiana; Twisters blister bayou wasteland; how savage are the lakes of Pontchartrain?

Langston takes the wavy air   One in the pot One ready to go   Read above  head full of garbage gust needed to clear the space of missiles

Merrily…Merrily

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If there is no wind
drift
sleep idle whittle
while way your day
in froth and foible
idle
like an eidolon
If there is no wind…

Pierrot

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Raves end down by the river dusk
full of puffing steamers
bracing gusts of sleet
smell of miniver & musk–

braciers glow on the pierhead
under a mackerel sky
a fisher cops a whopper
and smiles like Spencer Tracy

Smellyvision

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Smoke and toxic mists,
akin to when the bass descends
too slow for easy listening,
treacle aroma from burnt rubber bands,
green onions supply a smell of jasmine.

The toe pain subsided three hours after
a lengthy tender cushioning in coaltar,
then we caught the end of comic Rochester
find Orson air brushed pretty boy,
hamming tall dark handsome blind oaf

Room in an Elephant

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Patches of coherence cloaked in faded motley,
drawled Kansas City Enrico,
shoeless clad in shreds and patches gleaned from hand me downs,
eiderdowns, the recently drowned, and ignoring
frowns declaimed:
‘Cherokee apache crow nez perce… bury my head in them wounded hearts, them sounds of burning tinsel sizzling,
iterneee chattels, long forgotten heirlooms louch on sickly sofas
neckless headless fu manchu’ed…
How the day grew from seed of doubt to a fruitless evening of remembrance,
it will not grow old like the rest of us

Wall St Imbiss

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Watched the Stasi throw
a number of people
in the sea green trabant van
while we discussed the events of 89
them call our outfit ‘Tinkletoes’ and share
unbounded optimism
for no apparent reason
with suspect passing strangers

Scintillation Street

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Phone kaputt, foot stingling, grey skies. mid November, poppies out
toast and marmite, neuronal go slow, where’s the nurse. changed pants

pulled down the wall, no hard feelings, let bygones be bygones. forgave
and forgot; appeal to greed; feed false appetites; chew over the fat over

the weather to come when the water cascades down the Appenines
hit twelve after struggling hard rawfooted through Bad Toe Gulch,

ruffled jackdaw shares with me acute consternation at the heavy frost
settling on the chocolate slates on the empty house in Lima

brackish water slakes mad thirst, one twenty in the shed, chronic
overcrowding I say when pressed and later consult a random saviour
with magenta eyes

Carmine Lakes

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The task before you
is to take the mood of last years
winning of the esteemed competition and tell it from a
fresh perverted angle, let’s say wobbly omniscient for starters…

Three insistent knocks distracted him, the dog went off soon after.
He got up and saw the small white van: the opioids had made it.
Earlier on while watching Idol on Parade, musing on Bowie’s heroes,
and working out when exactly the truck full of dead Chinese bought it,
he had taken an opioid to kill the pain in his oracular toe.

The original is a story of divorce and reconciliation
which when the drugs took hold ended in an aircrash caused by
a wayward roguish drone, collapses in hysterics;

Fate, predestination, and indolence hide in waiting
all contained in a white lozenge that disintegrates in water.
He drew the grid for a Celtic knot haphazardly.
There were no children involved in this thought experiment.
They had perished the night they lost it
racing to not miss the last boat leaving.

What did it matter now?
There is water under the bridge.
Beware! Loose Chippings and
Smash.
That was the best thing she said

Happitalismus Rules KO

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IMAGINE a handful of bitesize hunkettes
grinding and eschewing odds and winnow gunk
as wheat gets beat from from dusty chaff;
a’harvesting for instant potassium milords;
ill and non directed groups share
no such similarities;
no such what as absolutes in such
matters
of incidental fiction;
manipulation of a squashy universe of racketeers, bogus schemes and brutal intrigues:
That’s Life—thats Happitalismus; so sundry fictive people say
just look the other way if you know what’s good for you;
plenty more lying around to fill your brambled mind with;
such as…such as…such as…
This
* it is worth noting that the child whose father refused to purchase a bow wow succumbed to her injuries
as a wallflower met a sticky end stood up too close to the warm glow of endless possibility
grip it firmly shake it hard squeeze each last drop out grasshopper
rigid condensed uptight desperate dabblings in matters
outwith all known comprehension clearly aren’t your forte

Groupthinks

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We threw it all away some say (mirthless prissy lips make snide asides…Buddies burst in occasionally)

Sometimes they come from outer space
grumbling like oriental chainsaws smelling of mellow fellow peril:

 

silver trembles on emerald leaf splits the sky wide open rents flaked out in gauze tropospheres sedation sifting though space junk

plunder in the sparse first light rooftop silhouette
opposite a chocolate rhombus
—a pollarded alp sprouts crumbly chimney stumps
a decapitated toblerone
topped off by a
crown green nurdle crest

Rest up on a rigid khaki stook
bladderwrack moonbeams toy
wrack stacks wobble stop
precariously perched betop

Its burden cast away
crumbledown mountain
Perambleside peaks

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Under which the above
little fat boy wants outies
Cader Idris sizzles
protesting the right foot forward
scree flurries lapping
to reek havoc & rage & rumpus
prospect of an avalanche blomange
confined to poxy screenplay drosswork
deemed unfit for family fun
cross legged zapping seagulls with a crossbow
winging be hard blackbirds
Drives off broke folks hopping mad

grinding anthracite briquettes
coal shed solitary refinement converting then to coke hatching
audacious escape plans prompts a sudden urge to defecate
running out of temperance due silence compromised by windsock

Paradiddle drip on porchway overflowing gutters flow
an ardent dew fell overnight: Harley Hill rests in peace
The square left fallow to Emerge

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The Cocked Up Party

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Cedric found the Marquess of Coole spreadeagled on the Ottoman with the ‘Half Life
Of Snails’ in her bloodless grip & posted the footage on Snuffchat so Henry knew
Edward G was still at large capable of unspeakable atrocity. After all the drawing room
was full up with blistered aubergines, midget broccoli festooned the architraves, and
a hairless Headcase whimpered soulfully wrapped only in a samphire ballgown.
At heart Henry had twigged the man was just a pushy upstart from Central casting;
the one they always let through, the dead loss leader, the hollow idol to kill off with
strychnine on a wet afternoon but the uranium ran out at the wrong time

Think of the afterthrill of eating chocolate in the dark and feeling a little moist afterwards.
It was all pff course and a huge charade. The long positions would still hold firm on cupidity and smarm, he thought of Peregrine out at sea huntin marlin for that snitch Veronica. Nailed up and bleeding effluent from every orifice he was lost, hooked, lined and blinkered by her gums. Henry understood too well how lesser narwhals would fold under such pressure and morph into slum beauticians sweeping up in delapidated nail bars. But this was not Cedric’s script. He always sought delineation. For him things were simply matters to order and control. With that in mind Henry set off for the bakery.

Cool shrooms and anchovy bisque, homespun alphabetti spaghetti:sounds illegible; fungal magic soused in honey.Cheryl really had pushed the boat out this time. Always too keen to please. After all
she was born nutritionist: worst acne I ever saw. She wore a homespun hood with slits to breathe and see. Takes all sorts suppose. They call her Elephant Woman. But never to her face you understand.
Well I mean how can you? Inappropriate

Some farewell letter you’d agree. Henry was agog. Edward G had legged it for good. All hell breaks loose in the utility room. The kittens go bananas at the sight of giant mouse. Henry takes a powder. A smell of camphor burning. Whose stockinged feet are poking out this time? Colonel fucking Sanders?
Smell him all over.

The Milkman Cometh

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check to see what that note
is in that cyan bottle
really do I need that wash
that banking thing perplexes me
that extinction rebellion take lambeth bridge
police stage that media retreat
world in that commmotion
workers of the world that relax
the milkman that made it through

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Property is Deft

Why the Fiddler Fixed the Roof

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The Avocado

Babs the Woodpigeon gave issue in the silver birch by the back window as we questioned solipsism over sticky buns . Les Bleu Dragoons, Pipe & Fyffe dervishers, Slasher & Tom-Tom Tittle-Tattle, entertain us as the pallid seraph of Dumfries drops in  and from time to time utters out of the blue– but it is February after all, winter’s dogend spells an ill wind crisp blows in as horny handed thugs on drugs, sporting primrose neckties, shiny yellow wellies, hard-nut-to-crack walnut titfers, suspended on high rise hopes, twitching in direct sunlight through X-Ray Specs collude.

See the world through blue crystal galoshes  breaking in wind spirits to get up & gallop thru upstairs vacant chambers, confidential papers scatter, still a radio that plays non-stop, filling up swallow moods, trying to keep cool & tarry on, raving on like Long John Donne, aloof in trailblazer and spats, ready crispy salty dogman, star of screech…

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The Mystery Chef (uncensored)

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Cool shrooms and anchovy bisque,
homespun alphabetti spaghetti:
Sounds illegible
Cheryl really had pushed
the boat out this time
Always too keen to impress
She was a nutritionist from birth:
worst acne I ever saw
She wore a hood with slits
To see and breathe
Takes all sorts suppose
We call her Elephant Woman
But never to her face
Well I mean how can you?

Little Old Apes

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Any old iron from Madchester
presents private versus public school
a sniffy cult to keep tabs on so tell me do

Was time well spent preparing
before chapel of rest muzak
on a sunday afternoon

Stuck in a full blown fall down shack
spectating collective bouts of capricious
audacity dissolving like opioids in a deep sea squall?

That’s one hell of a question
to ask of one in the prone position…

when confronted by such a chorus of indifference

Why not just admit to it?
okay yes i got a good whack for being brash with hapless slaves when they got pollarded by lunatics who got their kicks for waving pooh sticks at with real pooh and got bashed up till the cows came home for milking and it was about then a replacement substitute was found abroad squatting on the shoulders of aphids; how seldom do us little apes
learn to carry on by candlelight at all?

The Indian Summer of the Tory Party

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Cedric found the Marquess of Coole spreadeagled on the Ottoman with the ‘Half Life
Of Snails’ in her bloodless grip & texted Henry so
Henry knew Edward G was heinous culpable and twigged at once he had to go.
After all the yoke was full with blistered aubergines, midget broccoli festooned the architraves, and a hairless Headcase looked perturbed wrapped only in a samphire throw.
At heart the man was a pushy upstart from Central casting; the one they always let through, the dead loss leader, the hollow idol to kill off with strychnine on a wet afternoon
Think of the afterthrill of eating chocolate in the dark and feeling a little moist.
But it was all a charade. The long positions still held firm on cupidity and smarm
Peregrine was out a sea huntin marlin for Veronica. Nailed up and bleeding effluent from
every orifice he was hooked, lined and blinkered
Lesser narwhals would fold under such pressure and morph into glum beauticians sweeping up
in seedy nail bars.
This was not Cedric’s script. He sought delineation.
Things were simply matters to
order and control.
He set off for the bakery.

Telegraph

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Aisling muse done gone walkies
down the labyrinths of Tyre fair
repairs and ultimata haughty
hang loose on the punic air

mean auld half life swell of atoms
resembles cuddly kittens tussling
kinda neat coincidence
such simple little things
make life all worth it:
city slickers at an exhibition
exhibit very poor behaviours

Prussian blue sorted  Caesar
who now seethes inside in exile
sipping stale mint juleps
rehearsing trust me smiles

Waft

 

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someone sent you

don’t know why

to lick the wind

and smooth the sky

to ludic blunder

watercress

to alight upon

a summer dress

 

 

Keep Out! Privet Property

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Crippled Brits seek exile in Berlin Alexanderplatz
First world third world slipway lowers
Ulster beseiged by ghoulish superflowers
Post American mercators draw up road maps & bridges

bellicose chartists split up
inner world found durable
weak Lorenzo weeps abundantly
over lost integrity
carbon free footwear found
unavailable on spec

hands and arms open pills while
the London Review of Books turns turtles
overnight while spiderwebs
dipped in liquid nitro stop slugs

Ailing muse gone walkies
down the labyrinths of Tyre
Repairs and ultimata
hang loose on the punic air

Boat Train to St Malo

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No urine today
No shit to swallow
Just lollop round
Chew cud ponder callow
No way to behave
On an indigent hip
Snooze on a marshmallow
Boat train to St Malo

dogwatching

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Sat inside the morning moonlight
Digesting yogurt honey banana grape granola
Off the Bristol stools chart

There is a trap set down memory lane
Especially designed for rogue elephants
Inclined to silly pop songs

The Big Trailer

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Got underway yesterday with a pill.
Every day starts with a pill.
A pill and a coffee.
Then it begins.
The wide open vistas
on the Oregon trail
with an irascible Raoul Walsh
screaming blue murder at an empty horse
Overhead beyond the redwood canopy
an eagle soars majestic.
You could
not make it up…
Oh yeah?

Yield Loose Chippings

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A hedge of trees surrounds me: a blackbird’s lay sings to me –
praise which I will not hide –
above my booklet the lined
one the trilling of the birds sings to me.
In the grey mantle of the beautiful chant
sings to me from the top of the bushes:
may the Lord protect me from Doom.
I write under the greenwood’.

 
Day of arrangements comes round quick:
ecg. dazzlertron trials. q & a penury…
all in good time grandmaster
decency witnessed skulking;
kids fetched to school by gramps in faded denim;

Half shut cardoor booms out Knopfler;
beware the axeman cometh
Slither off while time songs slip away
eluding endless defeat in the eye
( why plummet to the sharp inconsiderate edge? )

Observe cyclists lapping Harrogate in the monsoon rains;
Hurricane Lorenzo could misspell trouble;
ModProg Party urges Libpunks grovel;
eating window shuts at two (doctor’s au d’oeuvres);
fallow the money; suckle the honey

Underloping timezones; day night irrelevance;
waiting by the window by a box of magic paints;
jokes of many colours; Creepy nip of March in reverse.
February next. Autoblah. Practising you scales and runs.
Smoking out recherche nuns.
Curry runs. And why not?
Goods as a feast of fresh air half dressed in Petri Sauce
(a radish best served cold).

By Gum, windbags voluminous expel at length.
Middle Eastern din brings cheer.
Tinnny hearts still beat. Wind upping?
Rheum recurs in this weather, drainsplayed, wheezy, guttersniped.
Gastrocellar aftermaths. Superior souls to the rescue.
Dried him out for over a week.
Shake rattle and scowl.

Get useful peel spuds says I. Bad move.
Like Carving soap with
a bradawl. one chip per spud.
bad economicsall round.
time and motion study concludees:
what a waste of wholesome carbs.

Clearing the Docks

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Stevedores gently pulling loose goosebump gizzards thinking bout

a humpback whale off Margate passing

down

paradox lounge quiz

where bar lizards stroke florid

goosedown gizzards (close shave minus unctuous balm)

and mock at their impending peril

one armed bandits who rage like insistent  purple gargoyles

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Footpads weave in empty handed and dodge loose change

begging favours  of crazy saviours caught peddling hope to great white dope

at this stage soft cops burst in quelling din

take seats conducive to  watch the fun begin when came a saucy dish
aforesaid fun begun just gone one

met a fishy saucy dish who one

found out later aroused an alligator who tried to sate her

When in came pater and caught said alligator

gnawing on a stubborn bone
pater was a well seasoned baked potato

too hot to handle so the cops looked around avoiding scandal lit a candle took a powder dipped their snouts in seafood chowder

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Green golden sleeves droop willowy supine over sable fable plots footpads trip light
elastic plastic flagstones sneak thiefs issue wily gulley giggles that plangnt echo ghoulish splatter dash off din dissolves
down

cobbled runnels that lead to slim air drains for whistleblown miasma sinuate and hoop lanes or squat incongruous proud arched in dainty floribunda sprouted from chipped brick gulleys and

apostolic posies…fistfuls of six, fistful of seven repel overspruced suitors who don Sinday best bib and tucker leer languid lurid hungry smiles

afterwards blissed beyond coyly found besplat with coal juiced cum sleet dripping by to pass on a promise of nevermore nookie in a coalshed wherein eternal blisses steal  kisses contacting sublime lilting learned on all four
Things and everything you honour to dwell on for a parsec.

*

Meanwhile downtown lithe Hope
springs eternal

thanks to electric shock therapy
Episode seven: The Rape of the Flock (The Lord is my Sheepdog…)
Ram goes Apeshit in Dudley Salterton (the only game in town)
Deaf Mango Party Pack plays a Humdinger de Luxe (sparkly sunburst finish)
Carpal tension quelled by stirrup pump & unction (knees up bruvvah Brown)
Going going gong…Squawky Flitch prevails brings on the main event (songthrush)
During the crash of two zeros eight perished queuing up for Northern Rock (creme de la creme)
Rejigged a lifetime’s savings. Rodgered away on the sly by de Cover Up retreat into
Insecure obscurity battening down thatched hatches weathering the storm that never stops
Hurricane Hooha hits Honduras
Twisters blister bayou lakes of Pontchartrain (again)
Langston takes the wavy air

We Yodel

Grimbeau

yodel

Bright green bus,

Blonde dressed black,

Sun kissed feet

‘Good morning!’

Yesterday

was pure good

sunlight all the way

today the bricks

are happy and

light hearted

I am bronzed.

Like Homer.

 

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Air-Boo

Grimbeau

Wibbly-wobbly from 
the mix of food & barbies

Boris the Bulldozer
Venal disobedience

Hallucinatory?
Deathrow expansion approved 
by ruling classes—

all merry hell to break loose
To govern and be governed to

One way discourses are so
Abortively pedantic

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Little Giddy

 

 

gamelin1779surgiteWhere have i been
where have i been
sleeping on benches
proroguing the queen?
nine eleven or eleven nine
the day the trade centre got hit in new york
ah yes i remember it well
junk mail piling up in Cork
heading for the fall
initiation rites of passage
people looking savage
grittish standoff time
huns across the ocean

Where have i been
Where have i been
sleeping on benches
proroguing the queen

Upholstery

 

 

…reluctantly entubbed
abducted rent ripped scrubbed
upheaved lumpen blotched marooned
flesh eaten caustic eyes crazed after abject archery
she sits stuffing skyfall
amongst her rhapsodies and catapults
recounting escapades
with formaldehyde and fur…

Locofoco (…Sam was in the Kitchen)

had a thought
lost it
yes
i lost the thought

that very thought
poplar with farm animals
sam woud be amused
no end

hooray
this is a masterpeice
from the last
century

Daisy Garnish

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Green sea privet wind sculpts poplars
going past fast in passing car
squint out through hole in  steamy window
hot breath demystifies cold sweat
blazer sleeve wiper keeps round
cuff for stubborn corners

casts poor vision out of sight look back craning straining neck
squeaky cyan leather sure stings bare hams
to glance in rear view mirror risks

catching knowing eyes
eyes grow poorer by the day
better learn to touch type quackly
(frivol drivel warms up fingies,,,)
rest third eye on bare metal
mystifying twight windows

under seawinds batter privet
into loose submission
elementary old dear maelstorm
cold fingers frigid lightning mock
crystal tips descend steep steps
proof there’s no more time to waste
for times been running out forever

read that back with gravitas
dead dull & plausibly obscene
like courtesy embraces:
See which woman stalks the streets
scaring off small mammals
with an old fashioned look
she learnt when still quite young
allowing mercy to flee the sun

Instant Coma

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Two whites go mad gun down real people beings
monsters die hard and ugly
raging gainst the dying
in their x ray sights

good time for a change
arrest is not an option
simply went berserk
godly in a godless world
Two whites go mad gun down real people beings

outlaw supply and demand
screams Judge Roy Bean on a green machine
weighing up his options
a disturbance in the swarming horde
Two whites go mad gun down real people beings

Soothing Walls

 

Iliad

 

Brexit like a stale fart stench
red miasma churns the august milk:
turns said milk of human blindness
rancid as a cheesy bishop
genuflecting to a coup d’etat
Big bad money must go somewhere
when Savonarola
corners the art market
at once and for all comers

A Purple sky portends floodstorms down west;
morning shadows simper on the wall;
pound of flesh worth a jaded euro;
no second world status
between first and third storey
these days down at capital records.
At dark at four-thirty
in a curious museum;
be in no doubt blue mummers
will step on your faces
just to get their own way

Third Manhole on the Right

 

mumsy
Wailing diva finales
topped off by dread typanum
ends with high wire act minus hairnet.
The Tools that Live On the Hill buzz frantic
chill out in pastures
blue optimism just a phase;
honey moon periods pass;
when the whip cracks; sudden lethargy whacks.
Inaction stations assumed,
The Gloomsters sandbags
fill with stolid air…
~
A Third Man appears
as if by magic
strumming zither rising to a crescendo
in treelined Sante Fe.
Holly was born to be murdered
and Trevor Howard did not want
to complicate his watch:
Trevor Howard is the God Apollo;
Hairy Lime a sewer rat Dionysus;
Wartorn Vienna is weird Thebes;
False teeth are Thalidomide;
Chrysanthemums don’t make it right…
Cuckoo Clocks go off on the Fairground

A Concife Hifftory of Crucifiction

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‘So?’

…so posted and wiped up
dumping crap on garbage heap festooned with abject voices
moaning on the tundra frail
insouciance scrolling down for snipppets

only to tempt you into a look ma no hands
its me alone before a cool device
that makes me feel autonomous
freely pouring out my soul
persistent online bleeding
out in public on anonymous
street in full view of lonely
avenue where Junior Wells plays harp to passers
by who look up in curiosity only to
discover a chancer with delusions of grandeur
in a panama hat sucking toothless
gums for titbits after an obstinate
chip of stale pitta induced spluttering and panic
before being washed down with a gulp
of cold coffee then a twinge
in the middle finger
whose name is forgotten
next to the index and ring
on the left hand so what is the right little sad
if nameless call it unknown soldier
close to one of two little piglets

 

Phaeton rides out

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Forty degrees centigrade
One hundred fahrenheit
Known records under threat
Summer of nutters peaks
Sprinkle sand on your cornflakes–
telly punsters looking sweaty
for posterity

Onlooksters

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Civil arrest is assured, surefire cert, watertight as a bubble, nailed up and bleeding out in the carry out bag, so thought us, we Onlooksters, us hip, wary unsocial citizens on wily weasel watch out, waiting & seeing in the tubeway twilight, pacing lax diligent while gentries diddle and squander, cautious of folly warblers, bluster bunglers, poe faced rustic bumblers, dispersing penny rumblers & townhall burglars and humble grumblers, putting in a shift or three overtime, excluding weekends and bank hols.

all the same under a warty skein, the human been, substance foreshortens showerscent bombs shelter under here until out passing duck.  by the dwarf wall a lesser spotted botanist records skiffle driven burly billy doing Rosemary on spoons. burning brazier cliche film set underclass waltz slow round prams full of half price sarnies

bird flew took turn for the worse into a tupperware toadstool, seen so regretting rash left manoeuvre at crossroads marked ! luck whim preprioperceptivity flaw, every one a wrong one. nowthinks make your own & best of that given given circus, belfry nun for herself. graabit sue & run like le wind up the passage on a cold November morn. close call in the close. bottoms up for cheeky loosers. park up and ride roughshod o’er the see to sky.

beluga blows piccolo purt pert small aperture squeezes out seasmelly swift farts; heifers ride zephyrs hippety-hop skimsurf medallions dinkle and twink; the plaice is alive combusted with whoops guffaws fiddlers pipe up predictably mackintosh sidles past belushed beheaded but not hatless whistling toothless kettle simmer slips

feast addresses assemble tongs purloined from stately hearths old yorick gets an outing a spin about old hants and stamping grounds here kerrydancers did it under bushes hedges on sedge and stick insect and croaking gull

Dunsink

so a flood–good clear wash the air came no nurses no tobacco no cased
up joint in point so back to bed to lie in wait–pardon me for living on
nurses come honey trip infers long haul; flaky midnight moolicked
memory shook up like a shaky dead geranium; dog waits by gate waiting in the
rain; chicken chaser fart bike not to be scoffed at given circumstances commensurate

with present predicament…furrday grafter ruin
stumbles in lurching forward through planet weekend spreading sombers;
return to noddyland to envisage on steam radio tireless wireless
shakes and vacs the golden age of blue rinse; flaccid naked populists
lay seige to Nighthouse gather to perform entranced satanic rites on
manicured lawns: burning crosses, eating babies, spouting profanities, ‘drop the big one, drop the big one’ ;

ithacan majolica rudeboy snugly tucked in for the night of unspeakable horrors ahead; find a voice in joyce money roots it
all commode syndicated stakeheld firmly in wine hand; in here it is
somewhere sunken hidden oomph
at a loss without; inclemency granted by the dote; discomfiture lags; soggy bottom bowers; callow fields drip dry;
underwater bunker hunkers well
down woken by noises deep within unknown long buried ferret.

loch neagh immense inland sea conceals a water city alive with thrown back fish that jingo John West rejected ploughing pastures old
as the hills that sweep down to the cheese;
old slowcoaches trundle by before cranberry eyes;
in moments maladroit reportage flops; all
in a big heap as if of potato sack familial; loaf and the weird
loaf with as pricip soon sorts chaffwheat issue. Troll by ordeal harassed from
the grave beyond. Malicious gossip infests propriety rocked to its hairy foundations.

Shipping: Lost

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Sienna..Brnt Tst—–Tsssk. Frazzed rash errs (fatsplash zaps knuckle)- Jeez-ohh!
. White..Cotton wooly lambkin gambols emerald glade sprinkles stream scrambles eggs
. No. Suprise denial disbelief resists refutes affirms clears up clears off all clear incensed
. The. Case in point particular article ; umbra pen multi-caliphed rumination on desired ob
. Cyan. Sweet ide coreoles swishful sinking moonsun simples soggy mangrove shadow
. Under. Upover unside inside outer hindered footnote closer thunder hoof mock current
. Joke. Given circum stands askew confounds bet yous witha twisted turn twists tongue mind
. Order. Ouch command concur obey or else comeuppance peace tames war vigil strife watch
. Crowd comprises several more that one sometimes oppressive two or invasive one
. Bitesize travel friendly oral fixated need containing appeasing pleasing nourishment time fill
. Mojo hangs heel kicking round lost & found scheming planning spring offensive manoeuvres
. Cuckhold for sale or rent rooms to let plenty sense no ties no plumes no scents AEIOU
. Scandal oops a shirt by swimming pool floats gently to the floor by security moonlight
. Dull Ache days renderedredundant describing circling kites via motion picture still lifes

ET Sent Home

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Sunday: Wrote to H, he replied! I replied.
He replied first though–in a sense–so there.
Hausfrau sleeps fun off. Cricket and Tennis
left to keep me real for now.
Feathermouse bioupgrades to Mousefeather
Drifts away to dry on idle thermals
criss-crosses skimarked skies declare
blue snow a first in such climes…
resist the flying pig roast passing over
St Swithin cops a deaf ‘un
keeps his pigeon powder dry

Rainy Newt House

Barn

 

Alehouse crocs devour paradox wracked by lounge bar lizards with goosebump gizzards one armed bandits sneer
empty handed begging favours look for crazed saviours cops burst in quelling din quenching fires after one
fun begun when we met a saucy fish dish only found out later alligator some time later when in came pater
baked potato hot to handle looked around took a bitesize chunk settled down blowy night by fazed candle night …

Green golden sleeves droop willowy supine over sable fable plots footpads trip light
elastic flagstones
sneak thief wily gulley snipe giggles echo ghoulish splatter dash dissolve down cobbled runnels cunny
air drains for miasma and hoop lanes squat arched floribunda sprout from brick grikes and get mistook for cat burglars
posies…fistful of sixes, fistful of sevens overspruced suitors don best bib and tucker
smile coyly erect
Get besplat with coal juiced sleet dropping by to pass on a promise of nevermore sorrow eternal blisses
steal furtive kisses contacting sublime lilting learned on all things and everything you honour to neglect.

*

Meanwhile Hope downtown
springs eternal thanks to electric shock therapy…

Episode seven: The Rape of the Lick
Apeshit in Dudley Salterton (the only game in town)
Deaf Mango Party Pack plays a Humdinger de Luxe
Carpal tension quelled by stirrup pump & unction
Going going gong…Squawky Flitch prevails over a Jug
bring on the main event
During the crash of two zeros eight queueing up outside
Northern Rock in Brixton
Retrieving a lifetime’s savings.
Rodgered once more by de Cover Up
retreat into
Insecure obscurity
battening down hatches
weathering the storm
The one that never stops
Hurricane Harry hits Louisiana
Twisters blister bayou
Savage lakes of Pontchartrain
Langston takes the wavy air
One in the pot
One ready to go…

Serpentine (A Phoenix Peaks Out)

Un

 

Pearlsome Cantilever swing bridge creeks
Solid Sluice gates greenly gush
Early midges fuss late shade
Formica chairs distress damp glade

~The Koran was first
Translated into
Plain english in 1649

Bunyan fecundates 1688–1676
Trump and brood slow sipping crude

March becomes October
somehow down the five & dime
Old bones crowd the charnel house

Anyone alight tonight?
Straw dipped in molasses
Sticky insects play snap

Ink on a pen dries so quick
Catch 22 or Charles 1 part three
Rough or smooth- you serve

Men’s semis all day
detached retinues straggle
bewildered

thinking in purple
thinking in amber
petrol smells wondrous

in summer frocks grey bellied
scudders bear witness
overhead inducing unforced errors

Two upturned treaders imply a divide
snow topped concave like suspension
bridge over a giant causeway of clipped loam
almost lime
almost biscuit
play an extra point
Chalk came up Deuce
Let second service

Ague (amongstyourselves…)

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Gotten ye better overnight or just a different sick. Confused poor dab? And the purpose of your visit is…?

No pulse in my left foot. Hot night, Wet pits…34C they say. Angoglastonbury looms . Keep moving on…rolling stones gather . Ball & Heal thyself some say…

Watching America strut. Hearing America rant. Boring the World with jackboot claptrap…Bad for the sole & a sod for Jon the Ethical Codd…

Glasto live on nineteen screens…streaming away on the thin ice of anew…stop bragging Grandad we heard it all before…sentimental ceiling wax…

downhill skid-marks besmirch the green hill faraway without…slippery slope it seems to Banff…legless in Nassau…Roman road sings in Esperanto
*
Broad went shopping never came back. Hours pass all the same.got big time smashed. Suddenly came a Sunday.

The Cure brought home the bacon…bed maintained by Harley Davidson while beloved Toe bleeds out. Nurses reckon it okay. Computer?

Wimbledon. Lack of staff perhaps the cause…
*
Pode applied no iodine on Thursday…engineers & healers conga, runt primeval chickens jive& twice busted sliding doors connive, foot seep lightand dark notions engender swoons: Cure plays Wimbledon

Undercover (remixed singles and forest walks) !959 was not was a vintage year for crazy babies; anxious mas to be fear worsties: polio, conscription, teddy boys don’t cry on purpose, wonderdrugs and first strike fall out- bad for onesies equilibrium

Eieioh haze…found lost in space off Neptune obeying Ophelia & Cordelia (shepherdesses) of the quilted Velt till expelled from space junket gatecrashed by junto jabberwock buoyant Brian ‘Coxy’ Moron…
*
Monday the second of Wombledon passed by nurselessly reading Circe episode (featuring Henry Flower). Tuesday they show. One ulcer healed. The other no worse says Sushi Q…

Tuesdays and Fridays from here on. Thoughts of Huw and Noel inspired a search. He quit the scene in 2003…Riske v Gorillaz (tight one in the making). Loosened lax & limpid lentils loll
*
The man who went out in the cold to fetch in the coal looked back in rancour from the edge of a has seen has been better days duck egg green state hospital air bed. FJ Jnr called in yesterday looking All Shook Up apprehensive of an impending family food. Moira has died and he a big dizzy and fell from a tree. The burnt out sheer bloody optic nerve of the man who broke the bank at Del Monte Carlo. Trump licks British Ambassador with psychotweet. Frenzied pall of resignation ton follow
*
Arsewipe rag status allows time for sycophancy to thrive.
Creeps…artist shrugs cold shoulder in gutter west of prorogue
Aim: tTo carve torso from a seasoned tree stump
#1 First retrieve your tree stump from the heaped detritus of half arsed dumping over uneven
holy ground
#2 Place tree trunk on workbench in the workshed
#3 Get tools from elsewhere
# Get chiselling…must just get out & about. Ever increasing circles attainable day to day.
State of the Notion. Cut down the grass, Ass! Whistle while you work them legs inside your toddler’s paean. DJ Okey Witch plays Goffin on the lawn. Dog pisses on shrub gnome. Name forgotten in a shrinking universe.
*
Mind Out. Try hard to without oxystuff. Relax. Take the ride: paint the tickets. Small Dreams ovum steam iron scorpio people fear. Came too quick to live it. Coffee speedo rushes on. Halt! A dead on grenadier bearing harms. Funny little neon vial. Cork uncorked. Pop. Yellow smoke overlaps vial lip drools wafts. Scent of
Sphincter gas. Sulphic. Rotten Johnnie’s old school pumps. Plimpsole bags. Collapsed lungs
Green for Anger. Old boy trusses pendule saxophone
*
Parka Coat and Plimpsole Hooks. Duffel Bags and Duffel coats. Duffel: slat eyed lady of the Flems. Drawstring makes it specials. Kein mehr plat dough jour…swing ‘um with wet pumps in; splatters wooly blazers. Fire sheep look aghast afar off atop yon table top of mounting anger. Lid knuckles white with fear of ear clip
For not double underlining. Wooden ruler keeping time and order. Regular as clockface. Shiny shaven sour blank. Twitcheye. Rolls em under lid. See bloodshot whites. Tobacco stained out of a bottle marked ‘Gobstoppers’. Strutters.
*
Metcalf the name. Deputy Head in times of Absent Head. Skull is better. Some called Skin
Nothing between either of them and heaven. Wisps & Strands. Poor fellahs. Minor gods still
Sting like nettles. Broken canes welt blister. Hurt! Alls well that ends…dead. Somber Hombre. last time i saw Richard was derailed in zero eight. Nein ich luger. Feuerzeug, bitte?
Go flic it your selbs. Beer & Tobacco. Spits. Gruff rustic justice handed out on high. Plough dem fields and scutter…make a crust off of der land. Sir Viv. to be a pillock…robin reliant be a pillhead. Pill.
*
Under the floorboard hid. Me no want. Make a withdrawal. Guzzled it. Same again? Hair of the dog that bit me Floyd…yessir mistah Toerag. Uggo ick gerraway yardarm over to be so shall bull Years of thereof this much sameness.
Charakter EZPZ. JJ O’JesterKhazi…silly names, carnival gaud ekes all the craic, What of the quieters? When one is with one and none? Murmerings helterskelt and pelt light welter.
*
Clydoscopic? Shipyards at Night. Spooky Hulls. Lippylaps and gurglings, Ratsplash, crane creaks offset plunging selbstmords, chainrattle and clankety clink. Little chinks. Lady with the Limp lights a gasper. Triggers sensors. Fleets lit up. Majorettes and tumblers coughing up lost gold watches, Moke goes up. Spumily. Seventy six trombonists and counting. Tickertape
Wilkomen took for granted. Paper trail concludes
*
Fruhstuck in Eritrea slips down a treat. Freewheeling into port where it all began. Gunboats on the water; skiffs flitter in and out bursting with bullets dates maize jalop suspect porky scratchings hemp oil PG Tips. Bought some three in one of a chopsy bell hop hassling me for adverbial phrases.

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