Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: creative non fiction

Owl Speak

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Issugh jurnee inn

Two A toothy ungnome

Jellow nomadick

Fine dingduh pursa fleedum

Inner bling-ding ovum I

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Hibernating in Damascus

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Sense and fear of dying year;

dry naked weathered boughs,

shade damp amber fall.

A cruel clinical eastern wind

Eviscerates, then

sets fire to Summertown,

petrified eye witnesses

crawl back underground

and hide in readied

fumigated demi-rooms

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Small Brown Loaf

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Small minded? Mind made small, caged in, malnourished, smirched, lank
The loop games slept through last night until the nocturnal screamer started up

Broods and modest flocks peruse the evidence with fine-toothed combs, displaying unnatural penchant for forensic deduction

Pole cats who think big rarely make it
The tell tale signs of cupidity give rise to cause for concern

Flawed methodology must never be ruled out
Make sure when you smash it you give it one hundred and ten per cent

Leave all of it out there on the track
Always be mindful of sunken corduroy turnpikes

Spoilt for choice at the postern gate
Never yield to incessant misfortune

Nearly time to scratch your forearms blackberrying
When was that time the toad winked back?

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Necropolis

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Grmm-brmm-grhh-phut-phut
defective alternator
Frmm-frup-fripp-prit-purp
oh so smart technology
Quiz machines give up the ghost
Slope sullenly past joke shops
Magna carta hardly worth
This beermat it was written on
Cheap shot Modigliani
Horseface O’Hooligan
Simples McPherson, & good Queen Mob
Make up committees
Echoes drift down soggy corridors
Torched transit vans remove
Airport bereavement loungers
Fugees allover unknown world
Rumble through Hugh Grant’s bloomers…

unClear tHeRmO wAr(ph)f ayRrie:

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elecToral fAll ouT                                                                                                                     (eXtreme fey HoovaH-                                                                                                                         aTishoo! At issUe!!                                                                                                                                                  A Tissue!!!)
settEes gently All

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(my HUt-n-TutT)
conStructive nOiseS                                                                                                                                                        (OMnes F-oFF!)
ecHoes in…

e.c. O’sHambles
scRumPLed Sand’s                                                                                                                                                         tOneD disneYlunTs
deR phoney war isT uBer
eLeveNth houR

(p)RepaRations
underwEggs fu:r

 

voleSoul sLaughter

Daisy Lingers On…

 

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—a coalition of crackpots, by gum!
Well Would you Adam & Eve it?
Irony ladies morphing into ragdolls
before your bleary eyes
denies defies all common sense, she sighs.
It ought not be allowed, she bled.
Curtains shut below but not above,
marked down by the mental sentinel
‘Must have Gone to Hull in a Handcart
hijacked on the run in Kingdom come’
or caught red handed
counting fingers in the till
Golden City of tiny lies,
Pottersville emits more heat than light
ominous stench of ordure
So who was it scared the horses?
All enemies are liars
I am an enemy
Cogito ergo summer suit
Pass me a government
I think there’s one in my rainbow
Shunshine & showers wee small hours
Aha! Red biddy bam a lamb
It’s a blunderful midwife
This should never have happened
To us Old Etonians, they say
As June provides an end to May—

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Atomis

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Adpool

Contrary opinion

urges surgeons disembark

the good ship selfie

& comprehend I & I

made of space uncuttable

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Bold Turkey

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A Prial of poems

about giving

up

using cigarettes

as a metaphor.

Smart, uh! Believe me!

I’m a Vicar

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