Grimbeau

Scroodles

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Enshroudment lifts space waste face
consumptives wake up grasping
fog obscures year’s end
taking one more day
as it were for granted

hamstrung formless fug
contrives a list worth forgetting
muttering snidely:
auctions speak louder than words
citing crumbling masonry
fast ebbing sands of time
drawing inevitable
conclusions on the seawall

Soft! A milkman clinks
Stumbles through the gloop fetching
discounted chocolates all
the way from bonkers Belgium
and bumper size toilet rolls
meticulously trialed on
pliant Labrador puppies
in magnolia kennels

cute revelations
disguised as migraines
prance on stem cell floors
tinsel blubs a fond farewell
to European Europa

1.1.2017 – A
Sunday (as it happens)
Timidly in new boots & scanties
Checking through messages
Lost in spacey time
Pull blinds back…one two three cars
Unusual: three suspect pallets
at non-conformist corner:
head jack-knifed on thin ice
black hole spilt its load
All is quiet on New Year’s Day
Repeats on me like
Suspect holy mackerel
Wished some cousin a happy birthday
Instead of New Year
Onset doolally
Or transubstantiation?
The clue lies in the carpet—
Cleopatra is wrapped up
If not quite with it
Still beggars can’t be choosers
& Donald where’s your trousers?
The wind blows high blows low
Over hollow land
Silly Land

Winter showers
Daylight hours
Few & far between
Fear no fear
Brand new year
Cloudy muddy scene

Chrimbo limbo days
Wasteland flyaways
Mellow month away
From St. Bridget’s Day

After showers
Lamplight hours
Near and close between
Far off spring
Bluebell ring
Rowdy crowded dream

Monday, 02 January 2017
Now consider this
Photoshop malingering
Hanging on the wall
Still life crow reservation
Clambering for attention
Ascending F6

Nothing better to do
Fifty eighth birthday climb
Panoramic view
Bewilderment as far as
Cloud cover permits
The eye to wonder

This advantage point
Affords no contradiction
Crazy hawks circle
Contemplating Toblerones
Fraught with anticipation
oozing saliva

Eschatology dribbles
Drips from slow airliners
Replicate drizzle
Reichenbach or Angel Falls
Smatters not to I & i
Over the rainbow

Worldly Weirdo Maps
Corpulent regent’s belly
Full of wind & piss
Town & Vandal Planning Act
Gargantuan appetite
Slimmer of the Year
Just resist everything
Butt redemption
Handy disapproval
pricks your inner ear
False conch shell less
Previous tenant—
A mongoose called Fred
Swapped strange towns for elephants
& monopods for dogmen—
Many unhappy returns
To Serenity & Beyond…

Home on Derange

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Bay mare breeder, electric ether, head crazed

by on goings, sore to touch, touchily.

Tetchy little englander brought down to size

Colour, gender of choice, within boundless

Law: The Right of Light.

Torches rally, burn the beast, cauterize the earth.

Escalation, destination desolation:

regard slow time; report the truth; received

communication distorts, parts words apart.

Depart!

Darwin’s social agents popped in for a peep,

Pick up old confetti, soaping soft,

the right boys to do a boy’s job. Inside

a cringe (a swallowed outburst still emits gas)

and a barbed stiletto of rebuke.

They and I are hamstrung by pace, them too

much, me too little. Who is piggy in the middle?

The I of the storm The individual…

The news is abroad, I wish it well on

its journey to ignorance, words are so cheap

They are Free

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Shane Finn

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Elfden

Chumpden

Chookslayer

writhes about

In fresh turdies,

guffawing tiglets,

splurging glurb,

drooging knucklers,

whenxe

a seizure to indulgest

a zit of DIY Greco-Roman

unter den perchway

to sepulchritude.

‘Is this the way

to get a mush kiss,

standing here still

pulling my penis?’ He snoods

toothe fladgey gorlslush

whooob gawbs a goober, hollowring:

‘Ingorge anti-intoxicants for it

forthwith & pulverise the amoeba-3

out of the armadillo, Pillow!’

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The Die is Cast Off

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Benn

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

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Ill Wind

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blue shed

Door

blows

open…

blue shed

Door

blows

closed…

Extermination Squad

In

Utah

Clean out

Of

Final Solution

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Pancake Day Races…

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Sunny spells and gormless showers may pop-up,

Sure,

who knows what to expect?

Scattered,

varied temperatures throughout and persistent.

Staggered,

Meteorolological incertitudinals

Mindboggling,

The algorhythm of the Boolean

Windmaker

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My Comrade who fell in the Hoover Dam. 1933 (Slipped!)

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Hey You!

You with the Stars

In your Stars

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phillippic: desert island dusks

Night of flaky news
No sleep till Becks & Brooklyn
Every Time you say Goodbye
Seems like a nice lad
Despite appearances
To the contrary
Nero’s turn swift to burning
effigies swing on lamp posts
hard earned reputations
dangle on fraid knots
fickle fate fingers famous
fake news fallacies…
fcuk well off back
whence from where you came
flashpoints of fiction
far flung Phillipic

Tassies of Cnoc an Iuir

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Gloom hawks fulminate
squawking health iniquities
preaching avoidance
stretching gruff luck
fortifying condolence
munching prescription vittles
condemning bad violence
falsifying falsified
circumstantial evidence,
smiling as they chill—

chronic condition grows worse
suitably abject, scathing:

Acting out the old soldier
routine again then are we
watching souls swim by
in mute glassy repartee?

Only in short bursts these days
Can see no future in it
Let the dud bury the dud
Off upstairs for a good stretch
Let out for bad behaviour
roam glum rollin’ hills
& Tassies of Cnoc an Iuir

countdown to ecstasy…

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Waiting for Blow Up!
messaging the gas board—
the sound of the lag
shinning down the drainpipe
hiding from the chain gang
Attila the Hen
collared by our intrepid footpad
Noel ‘Scoop’ Malarkey
Of The Avocado – authenticated
Fake News straight from the
oval lozenge stuck to the
Georgian mantelpiece
Daily drivel delivered direct
to your little orange paw.
Spirit of Adventure, St
Elsewhere, St hEnhousemuir
How I hate Fair Isle jumpers
—never eat two for God’s Sake
Beautiful—it’s not