Arid Shrimp
Rolling slow
Tender toed
A lukewarm
Gecko prances
How heat chipped
Basalt pricks
All I want
is shade
All I need
is sun.
here comes a
fire hydrant
worth avoiding.
It rolls past
Haplessly
Can’t sea me.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: blogging
August 26, 2014
Licking Stone Cell
We require your desire,
drag your carcass
from the mire.
To get drier, light a fire,
hang up your dripping socks.
Paul de Koch mocks your lot
A little birdie told me.
Flew into a Jealous rage,
At Jimmy Page,
the topmost
riff in rock.
August 25, 2014
Undertakings
Put out the cat
& the candle,
Phisss!
Meorghh!
Ouch!
You little-shit, Chuckles!
Go on, treat yourself:
Have a wee one;
Pipe up fresh warm coffee;
Collect new fresh water
from the uphill stream;
Turn off lantern tap.
Time to turn on Turtle?
Go make Myrtle Purple?
No, not now Nigel…
Laters:
Squeaks in Frongs
Three-In-One:
Shed
Instead proceed
moving forward,
leaning, faking
baby bader steps,
to the garden gate…
Vicinity & Beyond!
August 24, 2014
Bummer
13:27
Wasn’t
gonna
clock-in
again,
succumbed,
bum numbed:
What a pain
August 24, 2014
Moira
I miss Debussy.
Don’t fret!
There’ll be another one
Along
Soon
…L’Apres Midi d’un
Ondine sur la Mer…
I miss Debussy.
Don’t fret!
There’ll be another one
Along
in a minute
August 24, 2014
New Sarum
A faux
Universe wilts
on the mantel.
Up propped by
Gormonghastly
Candelabra
Further west,
kinda seaward
Gawdyfauve
Naive postcard:
At last!
Salisbury
Greets the coast:
Crumbledown,
Tumbledown
Cinque City
By the sea.
August 24, 2014
Kippers
Wizard wheeze,
Morning wees
Sneeze on knees
and flippers
Chin and
Slippers
August 23, 2014
Doors of Deception
Slurping milk stout
on a sensible,
suburban bench:
Asyl of sound
self-sacrifice.
If paradise is
half as nice:
tremolos
so sweet
‘More power to you elbow,
me old Mucker!
That’s just the ticket…
Sit down and make a stand!’
said Commissar
Commissionaire
pausing for chat,
‘ Where’s it at Comrade Cat?’
‘ Ain’t you heard, old fellow me lad
There’s one gone off
in Commercial St!’
August 22, 2014
Connie is Cool
Late afternoon,
an afternoon flouted,
another one.
Cooked a scrumptious
Stilton omelette.
Ate it.
Listened to Elvis.
The wonder of you.
Wondered.
Repeatedly beaten
by a Turtle.
Roamed the garden
finding fault.
Paused
For thought
Got caught
August 22, 2014
The Goss
Nowt kicked off (or so I’m told)
The sad old Sun still tries
to muscle in
break out, break in…
and have you heard?
The latest scandal,
the last straw:
No buses to Mortgagetown on Sundays
(and Bank Holidays)…
And there’s more…
No peas for the wicked,
It is rumoured
the pigs had them with the lobster.
No respect, these types.
Dyslexics with a read only memory,
they say,
lack self-knowledge.
Read and
right and wrong.
- Ooh-ah, Mrs!
Grimbeau 