Grimbeau

Scroodles

The Fluster

sunflower rainbow
deluge – scarce ten minutes one
autumn after cheese
© October 2016

Q&A

Lord Bolivia of Oyster Bars,
a catcher on the fly—
Sounds an egregious cove
to my mind, will I be
surprised by His colour?
His timbre? His thunder?
He scowls well in fluent Spanish.
Oooh-get you sailor, he once
queened—sibyllated in
purest Catalan

Hissy gayphobes are
so passé dontya find?

…It transpired his great aunt
Beryl did a trick or
Two for the Old King to boot.

A sheer bloody fluke, then?

Really must get cerebral…
Be less Catatonian
Prohibitive, yeah?
Is that what you’re getting at?

Indubitably

Inksmith

Playwright of the Western World
Slumped, grubby, glum
droll crestfallen mountebank

Listening to words
in tinny sweatshop headphones
getting excited

Outside this rusty window
Scarlet fuschias droop in hope
under rampant brambles.

Gormless cruel October stalks
This is some crumbling hillfort
In the middle of muddle

Some sub-primeval
Lambent semi-detached hovel
Mortgaged up to the eyeballs

My name is sometimes Gormley
Quine, Drake, Bagehot or Maggott
Depends who you are

My lipstick is lopsided
I never got the knack of it
Or tying shoelaces

Time, place & action
Provide diversionary tactics
Frame by frame by frame…

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