Grimbeau

Scroodles

The Myth of Self-Combustion Exploded

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Scraped enough

 

together

for a pipe.

 

Skin wild.

Must shower & cream.

Day goes grey

 

Skin mild.

Did shower & cream.

Day goes by.

 

Forgot that my mornings

are now free of idiots,

especially Sunday idiots

like me

 

Test Match: Sunday Start Shock!

  • Sin against nature, I say…What, what?

Wrinkled Member explodes

in Long Room

Dull thud in Norwood

Nearly wakes the dead

& the living dead.

 

 

Kismet

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Where’s

a place for us?

There’s

no place for us,

Nowhere

no place for us.

Take my hand

Sit and stare

Take my hand

Share your fear

 

We’ll find

a new way of dying

We’ll find

a new way of crying

 

No time,

No hope

No rhyme.

Summer Brieze

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Sid crows, demi-dawn, cool night breeze folds,

falls from fan.

Remnants remain: crusted, polythene grass;

stale tobacco;

grand damned poems;

the truce is over, the murder is resumed.

Back to where it all began, square one squared,

one more dance, duplicated dalliance.

So the day is done. The same old same old

Step out hand in hand in

Vellum gloves