Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: creative non fiction

Ahhh…Schucks!!!

Neon lights down south prevent
naked dripping quills lament
bloated heavy vaper trails sing
pregnant lullablies brew ginseng,
(self-harmless charades, stone deafening elective boredom,
loose lipped mouthy toothless , upbraid misogynist gays)

manky moles crudely startle                                                                                                        lazy worms like
old man Moses rotting down                                                                                                        nice now deep down deep downsouth
GHQ sarcophagus, semi-detached suburb of the dead                                                                                                      rhubarb-rhubarb  breadcrumb trail                                                                                          leads nowhere much hairy arsed once proud)                                                commanding views of turd strewn lawn,
abandoned taupe recliner, dog seeks receivership
dissimilar to previous for no transparent treason
he can bear to think of…Nice!

made history poverty overnight
gentle martial arts of war—
set scrimmages & slings
threw babies out with bathwater
pondered wood ploughshare tundras
jam packed prairies full of goats

undistinguished tree gods shag—
watch the weald churned upside down
cleaved a gurt big hole in Kent—

 

The News…

Thumb Prick

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220px-JackBlinds

light shows up

(quarter to five, half-moon)

Last week it blocked the sun.

Look at it now – pathetique

so they say: they say a lot.

Hector, lecture, subliminate

like snicks, little nicks, chance contacts

Ooshhzzschsss,uhurghiss:

grass blade cuts

wince you sizzle

Pursed lemon juiceface

Sharp Vinegar does  it too.

Oh! Don’t…cruel to be

Sometimes just pain spit then you get it.

Edge of page]

Especially hardbacks

Sharper guillotines

They say a lot. They say a lot.

Cutting things. who’s next?

that’s the rub, there you are,

Likens to one big tombola

Well random spinning

tube trap door

pink scrumbled chitties churned

Just reach in

bobs your uncle bob.

Hands knees &

Booms a daisy.

Silly really.

Hissziss…

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Stir Crazy (…after all these years)

Osbourne

 

Lights…south
Houses (bleaky leeky loo om)
Bull Rushes ssHHH
Sea sizzle cracks rock
Apple sauce (QaUDIENCE)
Applesauce all ages
upLause
appllause hissess it ugghs
GR RIii NNNn. Grinnnn. Grngeese
Clap clap
Clap clap clpa apppl a ppe
)
SsszzzizzllleeeerrRR
Flomp flomp flo o Pussss
Horses warts!
-Pebbles!
-Dino
-Fred?
-B a r n eee ee e!!!

Pss un armee (oot honours trees)
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Dreary dreary see

So much for
Saturday Night Family
Entertainment—bring back
hanging on demand button

through opaque panes

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ill wind crusty gusts

dry blown punchy,

rain splashed,

citron yellow

forsythia endures,

rose hip plumage crests

nascent runner beans

catch a wind whispers

coy callous menace

*

my stomach flutters,

argent tensions bristle,

angst swallows thrill,

thus I turn granite,

search for quarry

*

some plumbing rattles,

a rat up a pipe,

a hoopoe head banging

a tin tray…

prospects of shower shrinking,

postponement permitted

till pre-luncheon…

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Dogwatch

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300px-Short_Sunderland_Mk_V_ExCC

…time moves in an oboe polka from slug

slow to impish sprite, flits in heavy privet,

snakes under town tractors, hides behind

wheelie bins, always a nick ahead of

the quick, automatic click, the belated

enough glance, the I’m looking for you look,

off it skedaddles, darting, flitting, slick

freezing stone still, mischievous, keen alert,

a baby Pan messing in misty morning moonlight.

I am busy elsewhere, cursing these bogus charts

messing with focal planes, vanishing points,

hocus-pocus concepts of moon, window-

frame, yucca and squint till boss-eyed, purblind,

I  miss the goings-on altogether…

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mood : Farrago

full on full voodoo 
boogie-woogie frugal man
  he say:
                          
How are zings in Spanish Harlow? 
         do-wot do-wot do-wot-doo...
Eskimos sport boxers
in Arctic flurries
deliver mail post-hasty
         hip-hop flip-flop trip-trot ooh...
wheezy-floozy centrifugal man
   he play:
         
Wetter man than me Gungadin
           slip-slop tree-top knee-op yew...
knobbly breeze drifts scurry
powder snows discretely
envelope see-see waves
easy-peasy pudding hide
   he pray:

salt peanuts taunt disperse
             food-dude pseud-mood glued-tube mood
            

 




 

 

Hovis Toast

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Hovis

Fat poets fancy:

Bacon, egg, fried tomatoes,

mushrooms, and Hovis Toast:

in itself a meal–

funny how memories smell

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Three Men & a Goat

Ophelia melts crushed ice
just as passions rise
reach levels acceptable for mid-July
well before calendars ruled the earth—
pregnant burden rowdy satyr
—pitta patter of cloven hoof bubbling in the cauldron pot—
rapture fakes tradition
like salmon mimic
rudeboys chewing anthracite

Winsome day stares back in pearl,
lysine satyrs rake hay
before smoothies crushed yellow fibrous thing smacks
up velvet ice age, commit starfruit
guilt on hyacinth, hubris
—deliver us from antiseptic chores, come five it should be done
and dusted save the mighty
fallen rune stones these
that sully my fresh chemise?

The permanence of it!
outrage conceals mendacious logics.
Watch dust settle fast like loopy gifs.
I picked up pretending
I was stoical like tapioca blinds
— how strange thoughts of red meat, fish and fratricide are when putting out the compost

Rinsing dishes salves scene four,
just bear in mind damp
tea towels conspire like mathematicians
in pleasingly random numbers, that’s when
the claxon insists
on sacrificial offerings
— three day old goat’s milk sorbet and bluebell sponge
Not really much to add

As to whats been said, said Dr Watt
sniffing digits for giveaways
·Best go play it doggo a few days old chap say forever bury deep·
More like advice to self methinks
sobbing prone alone
violate throbbing ringpiece
shorts round ankles
let it end…

Act one required!!!—
long slow drip condenses:
shower spray gas oven clock
Standing hors d’oeuvres of the day—
First crank up your fruit machine ·
contact · contact chocks away!
Thinking it over gas oven…umm—
cold shower queasy option
worlds warm up after lunch
pure stale air & nectarines…
all to save a few bob·
thus make life palatable
my pleasure all mine at once·
servile oven servant—
in full mess off time but must
(p r o k r a s t I n a t e)—
what comes of no what-what?
Favoured hairdo bee hive·
fink hard about it…Umm
many moving parts in doing·
mount or surmount table
(fuck me a talking keyboard)
here come some trusty hounds
ripping bread to shreds

orange houses sleep just sleep

 

 

Grumbling (Appendix)

Ophelia melts crushed ice
just as passions rise
reach levels acceptable for mid-July
well before calendars ruled the earth—
pregnant burden rowdy satyr
—pitta patter of cloven hoof bubbling in the cauldron pot—
rapture fakes tradition
like salmon mimic
rudeboys chewing anthracite

Winsome day stares back in pearl,
lysine satyrs rake hay
before smoothies crushed yellow fibrous thing smacks
up velvet ice age, commit starfruit
guilt on hyacinth, hubris
—deliver us from antiseptic chores, come five it should be done
and dusted save the mighty
fallen rune stones these
that sully my fresh chemise?

The permanence of it!
outrage conceals mendacious logics.
Watch dust settle fast like loopy gifs.
I picked up pretending
I was stoical like tapioca blinds
— how strange thoughts of red meat, fish and fratricide are when putting out the compost

Rinsing dishes salves scene four,
just bear in mind damp
tea towels conspire like mathematicians
in pleasingly random numbers, that’s when
the claxon insists
on sacrificial offerings
— three day old goat’s milk sorbet and bluebell sponge
Not really much to add

As to whats been said, said Dr Watt
sniffing digits for giveaways
·Best go play it doggo a few days old chap say forever bury deep·
More like advice to self methinks
sobbing prone alone
violate throbbing ringpiece
shorts round ankles
let it end