Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: cinema

Stagecraft

poohsticks gone eleven
lesser spotted orangemen
after their endeavourings
removing crud
from one’s broken footpath
and sublime resurfaced road—
tootled out to sneak a keek in
my little black boxers,
gait of a failed weightlifter,
minus safety belt and talcum powder,
and exaggerated out blasts
of plump me up breath;
Xmas card
from ‘Jason, your devoted milkmaid’.
Blake & the Gilchrists, Palmer the Painter (not the poisoner, or was he?)
Sub-bucolic seditious
portrayals just show the hell of rural life—groan unpleasant land yield up your fish!
Either way
they brought Mad Blake deserved fame·
after all that’s all that matters·
resurfacing·
rediscovery·
readershipwreck·
~
Mad panning meeting:
sludge, silt, plastic beads,
Jock McRock—lapsed mason,
Well bonkers demi-scourge
bristling with bad ideas and good intent,
impresario in the do’s and don’ts of anarchio,
former surgeon to pinocchio— slopes of early
into that good night of sturgeon’s seed
& introverted ptamigan’s
Eggs Benedictine
Compensate for tedium
Pitiful compensation:
Mandelbrot chipolatas spark
Kaleidoscopic twilight…
Gerraway with you!

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Machete Bolognese

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AbAH63l

vane bonfires fade

spontaneous implosive

embers smoulder on

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Escapology

Prospect of Summer
in the Peak District provides
A pleasing enough distraction
From progressive viola
A Popedream well worth puffing on…
Six o’clock roll trolls droll dread
AA Gill—he Dead
Famous for fifteen minutes
Nothing like Andy Warhol
He’s been dead famous for yonks
A Larkin moment!
Brass rubbing in Matlock Bath
If it’s not been pinched by oiks
In Purple Brothel Creepers
Hanging round coffee houses
Contemplating patricide
No good to man or beast
If the truth be known

Ode to a Lincolnshire Sausage

Such wondrous feasting!
make intransigence
give way to transformation
ghostly dead grey days dissemble
autonomous motion pictures
inanimate manikins
submit to buff lamination
& stringent English Mustard

Morning becomes Electric

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moon & venus

Cool moon and Venus,

thick tar bipolar cable

stands in for a horizon,

shutter your left eye

frame it all in one clean

elongated myopic square

careful to include

 insignificant details-

bare rowan twigs,

fragile mildew gilded boughs,

beatified by sun,

bronzed as clean new gold.

(midwinter berries perish

in robust spring storms,

eaten by cold doves,

or down drains

flapping about

like sink spiders floundering

in numinous U-bends

under sinks

all over the world).

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The Invisible Sixth

Traffic trumps ethics clucks…read a bit, listening to gnomes & druids
Swaggering clouds puff dragon’s teethy briar pipes…
Milton in fetters, Blake O’Blumenthal.
Blake’n’Pinball—Marriage of Heaven and Hell
All time top score!

Mummblings inner cavernous sports hall near Hemel Hempstead
Mystical masterpieces…and why knitty-knot?
Kind hearted adult rage
Incandescently
Go follow your bliss—mental composer!

Clay, Eveline…who are you kidding, Bud?
Lazy putz, busking it, busking it sloppily
It is not writing, is it?
Just not as we know it, Radar

Smoked salmon rags,
house radish sauce &
flash green brain salad sandwich
scourge my philistine god
Afternoon preoccupied
Chewing on it
Repenting at leisure—
In the belly of the fish
Monsters! All shapes & sizes
Variety of small grain boxes
‘what d’you want today?’
The invisible sixth one

Hip-Hop

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legging

Wobbly pins today

Whacked out all night wall walker

Putting on sea legs

Walk like an Egyptian

Provides chronic ironic

Cerebral mantra

lends rhymer rhythm

on icy towpaths

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Land without Bread

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Tea tree pungency

Midday twenty three.

Kilbride’s secret went

to the grave with him

everso tiny

peanut butter sandwiches

stitched into his stomach lining

there were no flies on Kilbride

just wasps and hornets

Pretty common for late August

In Andalucía

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Timbuktu

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FRITZ_14

poetry

is

an

absorbing

way to

carry on

…

a

frustrating

palaver

at

the best

of times

…

pecu

liar

ly

enjoy

ab

le

…

mi

asmic

put

res

cence

…

stag

nant pool

quint

essence

ally

…

like

omni

buses

it

takes you

places

…

some

quite

odd

like

Timbuktu

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A Jakes Progress

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Father lampshade,

Mother rug,

go gliding upstairs

through dreek formless fug,

real time is taking shape.

~

Thus can Moby Grapeseed  dwell

in grotty motley,

spangled alcazar;

nasalizing hypnotic

verse into a well-travelled

voice recorder on the jakes

for acoustic, hygienic

and ambient purposes.

~

Here he will be found by a

stranger with an

axe and smartphone,

who will flush out thoroughly,

do his duty and wash his hands

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