Grimbeau

Scroodles

Laddies who Lunch

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13:13

The familiar guest is here, bearing honey.

She has been through much to be here just now.

No powdered purgative prevented her,

temptation flopped, nothing but nothing kept

her from this preordained destination,

on this day, at this time, in this place: now.

 

Mouthwater

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Wind whips rain into a lather, suds flop

coating the gunny sacks of chrysalides.

In lamb we trust, mint sauce spooned, vinaigrette,

in dollop, drizzle, cavalier splashes,

and in gravy swilled figure of eights.

 

Suds slip down in dirt, super, saturated

soil where rose and weed fear to bed in wont

of oblivion, just when you least expect

a  dandy bramble jallops the windowpanes.

No rest for the wicked, it tattoos.

I Walk the Lawn

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looking out…

soft sighs and shrugs, sees

squalid sheets charge hedgeward.

Origin: the sea,

Which enters with flourish, flushed,

proscenium left.

 

Orange house recedes inland,

Lazy sill whippet sees me,

We conflate

with waving cypress,

All the same:

spraybent.

 

Upstart blasts

stale room,

hurricane farce of wrappers whorl,

vortex forms

in comet

crater

hemisphere

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