Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: blogging
October 13, 2014
Brad the Impaler
Paling to significance,
Brad the Impaler, a pied butcher bird,
whistles a chirpy tune
(Imagine, if you will,
a melodic baritone
bicycle here)
and skewers a shrew for the barbie.
Life read and heard in tooth and claw,
one sighs through clenched teeth.
‘This is all the weather you get,
so you’d best enjoy it…Grrghh!’
says a balaclavad scimitar weatherman.
I will, I will!
Promise I will, croons Brad.
October 13, 2014
has the bird flown
Precocious as a pre-fab sprout,
Faron Young plus thirty-three.
The hour: the one before the darkest,
Clock the dour, prudent, tourist jurist
loping slowmo from zero to one,
distilling memento mori ad hoc.
Just like a Rigoletto really,
or a cigarillo nearly, huffing,
Puffing, somewhere in the night.
October 12, 2014
A Chattering
Despair? Moi, Nah.
Diamond
Despair says:
Some say Ebbohla
Others Eebohla…
What is it?
We are told nothing
Never, nevvah, no…
Self combusts
On Live Telly
I slip into
Warm solace
Light a fire
On the floor
Before me
Invention
Is the child
Of
Free play
October 10, 2014
Muse Snooze
Plenty to write
Nothing to say
Keep hanging on
Don’t go away
October 10, 2014
Captain Splash!
In the dead of night,
This time of year
Destiny has gone
Rhapsody is here
Melody always is
Singing like an angel
Because she is an Angel
Harmony’s a banshee
This time of year,
In the dead of night,
October 9, 2014
Wild Night
Look Ma, No land!
Outward bounding sounding.
Leap in the dark chart.
Trust me. Trust the boat.
Shiver me timbres, if you must.
Anchor me and I stop.
Mistreat me and you will suffer at your own hands.
Freedom is yours.
Sez whose army?
Smell cloved rind, take deep draughts of zestful Pomander.
Ambergris, musk, or civet – know not which
smell hangs round my neck.
To conceal?
Contenders include:
Old stale boxers, empty horses, prize-fighters,
ring rusted, knocked out, punch trunks.
No. Clean out last night.
Socks and slippers, forget me not when I forget thee.
Drongo alert.
Tweet, tweet, dive
Survived the ambush, another sell buy shooting:
left gazpacho kippers out flat, plumb tuckered,
gobbled up with occidental relish.
Post war: Daphnia, Delia, and Celia skip
a light fandango with Mandingo, leave him manacled,
popsickled, humbled: prone to pillage.
Pesky parishioners, villainous villagers, codpiece Carmellites,
how they muddled meddle,
wild hunters pass by like trappist hoodlums.
Silent but deadly
Past Full moon, Rowan hides it,
cloud gusts fade to wispers.
Hunters swoon with exertion,
rest in peace
on mauve nasturtiums.
October 8, 2014
Three Omegas
Three smoked
Mackerel,
Black peppered,
Soused, left
On small plate,
Bucolic
Scenic scene
Innocents
Supper play
Or plate for
The smaller
Appetite.
three smoked fish
released from
vacuum cell
lay brown dead
Breached by blade
Ripped from
Chewy skin
Discarded
Flaked by hand,
Torn up by
keen talons
Ate by mouth.
October 7, 2014
Headcase Dreams
On old black chair
In candle glow,
Undershadowed
by the roundtable’s
Archway segment shade.
Young black dog, curled up,
picture book,
on old black chair.
A bit of eye open, yellow flicker,
slowly blinking, basking. Closed.
Lids move, quick, hunting, chasing,
Running, running, running.
Stop
Am I there?
Am I in it?
He wasn’t
In mine
Grimbeau 