Grimbeau

Scroodles

Petra Sighed

Glistening dewdrops grace the tea rose alcazar gremlin

overseeing the hand carved city of stone

A petrified cat stuck in a deserted air vent:

reduced to a pareidolia mirage on a solar phone

Shared from a golden feast barn

marooned in peanut sedge brocade

overlooking the hanging gardens of Armageddon

where bellicose black air hangs over a subhuman cave

A tope blurred slinky gal in a gale shelters

Happy out as steam Radio

medicated by the one I love

Peace breaks out in a rosy rash

henry flower

Brueghel_-_Sieben_Laster_-_Disidia

Four chinooks pass over in diamond formation beetle
speeding after a fast car whooshes past by chance
I wonder how the giant laurel appears to flourish
In a builders bucket but get lost and give it up as a bad job
to hobble off swallowing pride over the biscuit grass
pausing only to smile back at some smiley gnomes
leaning awkward on a rotten purple fence post
entangled in wild barley corn barbed comments stifled
The pike eats up the radio, the salmon eats the lucid fridge,
opiate withdrawal you sliding slippery eel, sends a message from eternity, which reads, ‘Sorry, We’re not ready quite for you yet, there’s been an unknown known. Jemima XXX.’
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Till all the seas run dry, my love
Till all the seas run dry, my love
Till all the seas run…
Overheated after a hard day
down the dairy with hairy Mary
wary of…

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