Grimbeau

Scroodles

Quirkies

b8ada-pagliacci

 

Apollinaire wore underwear

de la Mare wore trunks

Ogden Nash liked ganache

Ezra Pound fed Monks

After Bathing at Baxter’s

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Dusk’s here (round half four),

falling to a soundtrack:

Jumpin’ Jive,

Cab Calloway.

1943

 

Cab?

Must be short for something.

All I can think of just now is

Cabellero

though I have no faith in it.

 

Surely, no-one would be called Cabin,

or Cable.

Not for a first name anyway.

Well, I’ll go to the foot of our stars!

It is Cable.

Spelt Cabell.

Something to do with cowbells?

Perhaps.

 

 

 

 

 

Woodland

IEmAlh

 

If you go down

to the woods today

you’re bound to

bump into

some trees

Hero

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Robert Desnos

Read

My

Palm

Benny the Boxer

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Gremlins can piss

on the Pope

best not do

it on his

Mother

As it Happens

Dejeune Dada

 

Wild notes:

A bit of a whopper!

 

Had to get these down before I got stuck

cheroooted to the table.

Thanks to Danny Baker.

 

Warmed my butt and sacrum

with the oat and lavender bags

flicked through the morning stations for

distraction,

inspiration,

information –

in short, company.

Other voices.

 

Came across the Danny Baker Show,

a show I like and always forget to listen to

I am so bogged down in my listening ways.

 

The item was about Greenland’s timezone-less centre;

how they called it Greenland because Vikings

wanted to deter invaders from their cherished Iceland;

another item mentioned ‘thundersnow’

and I was away. Up for it, writing came first

and I made some jots:

 

These are they.

 

Saturday mornings Punk Odyssey

Drongo pomes dialogue.

 

The Vanmitzvah;

 

little feral red van

becomes

big red van/bus does

not stop at my gate.

 

Passed by a boy: came back a man.

Returned, emerged.

Apple in a football ground.

Thundersnow on a lowlight