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Scroodles

Category: cinema

September 15, 2017

purgatory close

palinode

 

In a
feigned
venerable brogue
a warbler from  the threshold uttered:

‘Mornin has nine—Gingerman gone ’
‘No! not JP Dun Laorghaire?’
‘No! JP Donleavy’…

& so thus was made good a verbal contract
struck whilst missing a late night movie

made about the Kray Twins
to inform, educate & entertain
& fulfill the Charter of the Landed Pantisocracy—
Small sacrifice under such
circumstance methunks.
To leave one’s notes copious
abandoned to awake

irksome hostages
to outrageous misfortune
of Birthplace and/or origin                                                                                                     squander waking hours
reinforcing time out shifts
lost down purgatory close

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September 11, 2017

Lay down and…

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Don’t think of England

America’s dutiful poodle

Europe’s rescue dog

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September 10, 2017

Paigan Knees Up

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Elusive killer bought red herring —swiping opening lines inspire one two twilight mockery—uptown slums drip dry quickest claims umbrella on landing—Fingal’s Cave harbours secrets of the deep—Magnificent Ambersons spotted in Vermouth: third man detained in custard pie—concentric glass bowls pull no punches—forty percent lead found in jump jockey—cross incontinents are best avoided, advise miffed valleys—all art is open late weekends—astonished spectator poleaxed by rogue feather—Maupassant? There’s more in the larder—dreamboats slide silent gravy — two knights rain drenched parley clears bad air — fish fly flags of convenience— jettisoned pipedreams mutter obscenities— label absurd ditties poppycock says spatula minor—have faith in feet or you fall—every step a trip denied—whippers into pidgin holies—miffed I could have muffed it— eye not found on ball—daisily in dark kept—didgeridoos at dawn it is— insist on satisfaction—get rum

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September 10, 2017

Bomb

aftermath fall out heavy bleed—how heart estranged from freedom excited is —neigh terrifies suspends horse sense—beggars disbelief— roll on part: flexible hours; okay pay—nothing left to lose but loss itself: free food, need photo (portfolio)·roll offpart-time life—study Metamorphoses—Not written much this week — saddo riptide hits have surged—now why would that be?—No wiser come noon—took a path less partaken—Once bitten get fly —What’s going on here? Sunday afternoon telly—repeat: War & Peace with Duno—who? —Dunno—never heard of her —spoke slurs with venerable Aunt— on the mend from a bad dose —C Aubrey Scott pops by with a lamb bone intended for the dog: confiscated contraband — lethal fear for quadropeds—& while you’re at it: spatchcock chicken apart at two —all of this while resting between random body parts —Borodinner from Tolstoyevsky—plushly furbished dinnerfest—sly retiring flowerpot—minimalist orifice: set for quail not swan—technicolour yawn guaranteed come Minsk

 

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September 9, 2017

entitlement

Moon in the morning
ticks all boxes
chevrons heading west pick up
fellow migrants on the way
in fresh waves
Open window policy pays off
in the long room
Silver and black
Stretched tight as teepees
Blues complete retreat
Alpine hatted pointy heads
Nod in anticipation

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September 8, 2017

Peach Coma (Irmageddon out of Here)

Pig driftwood luncheon
swoon come three circadian
thyme calypso champ

Long weekend in Dorset grove
short change is good as arrest
all work no play due to rain
mystery fellow traveller:
—have we met before she said
—one unforgettable once
I say I can’t remember
play it cool as fever pitch
that which I walk in shadow
of in sunless dreams—staggered
up and down the garden path
prodding wet red leaves                                                                                                                   stepping over puddles
witnessing real life

 

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September 7, 2017

Vaudeville

Vitriolic freak show                                                                                                                       vinagrette rien                                                                                                                                          mixed up salads                                                                                                                                                                            multibask in squalid colanders
& whenever finally oxygen is inhaled

Post Scotch Egg elders
suffer repulsive farts                                                                                                                         waft over hang round
until everybody gets turned to musk
noon smiles down on open windies

~
Long term weather forecasters
impose Beethoven’s peaks and troughs
over Chopin’s genteel tinkles
—until (as luck would)
chaos put them straight again

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poor vittles tickle mighty throats…
For that’s the height & width
scornful avarice erodes brazen
& impulsive hearts
until everybody gets burnt
~
Go Johnny, Go Johnny
Go in sin & hate
narrate stark schism
Blow by blow by blow
Account & Sea syncopate
Shell fish drown as towels
Of wild derision hoot

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September 5, 2017

Sparrowhawk

Pearl grey day
Sullen basilisk eyed
horse army blanket nihilist
becalmed charcoal sloop
opaque ivory mother
pearl grey day
cryptic spyglasses
monochrome zilch
scattered dead pine needles
litter overgrown seed beds
grey atlantic wall
earl grey clay
You
amble lost in
nebulous rumination
two shakes of lamb’s tale
Yellow
Wow!
DaffoDownDillies
Boldened
Chinese
Communitarians
Flock
Livid
by
crooked shepherds
clandestine
Fleecings

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September 3, 2017

Grumblin’ J Babylon (In-Flight Entertainment)

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Busy day ahead waiting free grub from the Foodbank— real power gifts a high gluten loaf that nobody in ecstasy  wants
Crap sleep; stuffy room; troubled mind— What will Monday bring? Waddling through Deep Water
picture blue crabs in my pants

Tinkerbell was rightly furious
Cursed her lucky star & turned over to seethe
‘We are sorry to hear
of your miserable existence
and insist you contact a higher authority—
Yours Faithfully, Walt’

Talk to Mickey Mouse himself,
Up close and personal
There might be something doing
Perhaps a letter, a formal request
To talk it over, chew the cud
About them good old days

Before animation came
Stole our childhood anarchy
Collectivised imagination
Personified Vietnam
Through GI Mogli’s Ordeals
In the Jungle Book

Apocalypse Now!
Was just a matter of time
After that pastiche, rehash
Computer generated
post-modest barbie doll trauma

 

 

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September 1, 2017

Modus Vivendi

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The day turns

on

fifteen minutes

will he or will she not come?

I have  unlocked the door,

fetched out the crap,

brought in the milk.

It is very windy and

the sky threatens rain.

Things that deter unnecessary travel.

Four minutes to eleven.

Looks like a no show.

Make alternative arrangements.

Change tack.

Map out a new course.

A new modus vivendi.

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