Grimbeau

Scroodles

Airs & Greys

lanclag

Tonnes
Of Sonnets,
One net son,
Stone nots,

Nests,
Onset tones,
Snot.
Soft font

Toff
Notes
On
Foxes
Sent
Off

Flying Chaucer

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Touched

by a film

of frost,

the chill

Cascades
Waspishly

from the fanlight

Squirts
Little nips

of morning,

Bikini weather.

Motorway

neuronal

city women
fret more

about how

they look

than fish do.

Pastel shy-blue,

sky-blue

Sky

evicts

beige clouds

Twenty eight thousand

Miles out there,

just now

A space boulder

passed

over my

Shoulder.

One Golden Moment

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Way downstream in Sometime
Waters rose when spring tides surged.

How very dared I meet her then,
And brave the dangerous voyage?

The grass lay down in the valley below
Where milk cows ruminous mull.

After hands work fields that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo toiled

Stomping on the Savoy!

Pinch, Punch!

 

 

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Cheroot in hand up

to the bidet-bog.

Down to

 

Lamplight:

candle lit,

curtained cave.

 

The news, the morning news:

 

Hong Kong Occupy (day six);

first Ebola in the states; 

15yr old girl off

To wed a warrior.

 

Sit and listen,

listen and sit,

sat idly

scribbling

morning drivel.

 

Back to bed or not? Not.

Wrote a sketch about

The flasher in the night,

Working title: Up the Boreen.

 

The work, the work!

Exhausting thoughts.

I’m tired. Day is dawning. Pull the curtains open.

…A girl has been found in a London river…

She didn’t make it.

 

 

 

 

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