Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: flash fiction

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 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 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

~
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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August 28, 2017

Making the Weather

Harvey

 

Here we are at seven-thirty-what’s next my good Pistachio?
Darned if I know Twinkle Toes I feel an urge to casual Urdu
My! How great minds think alike moi an urge to croon Walloon

After a predatory silence a baby entered the selective consciousness
Dispassionately leaving leanings to lopsided ambition aside
A fissure formed which gobbled them up in an instant

A small puppy breezed in through tall idyllic windows
We giggle emptily in slow motion contemplating Dapper Dan
Oi Brother wherefore art thou Gargling Glass?

O how we gargled as if it were to be our last

‘Hear in Texas sure moist out in the rain
Cows gawp atop multipurpose media
When comes Esther Williams Brother
or is it all a pack of lies designed to stop
Hoola-hoopla Wendy Hop,  Hey Bro!’

 

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August 27, 2017

Hot Club: Tuna

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Merryweather wins come ten—
crescent moon upstairs
swaying eucalytus silhouette —
somehow I forgot my name

so how did we sleep alright?
Simples complex dynamic?
Conquest of F=All
(lost Sherpa Tentpole halfway up)

Pylons Ltd—Auden & Nice Mick
Tragic consequence blizzard Venture—
still kept upper lelf stiff
Wanna let it go ‘Boum!’
but simply can’t-can’t—

Hibernian heatwave: Holy unlikely
precautionary tales, ambivalence, myopia—
cognitive indifference gains whiphand
aged big head up to his unusuals—
he read it in a babbling brook

‘You hum it & I’ll…
play it Django! Ran out of gas boys!
Walked back twenty miles I tell yous!
Le Figerio header say:

…Abandoned silver ghost found dead
doors agape on Cypress Avenue

mystery minstrel flees scene—
Gripelli noses: DJ say one
thought that was his Monet’s worth
Mon Dieu! How we slept…’

 

 

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August 25, 2017

Do not go Mental & with that: ‘Goodnight!’

 

 

homelessmanTunnelling through rainbow’s end— gaping at St Finnian’s crock of shite—
pursuing nostalgic martyrdom—repulsive depressive disorder—
put me down: never let me go —
oppress me do oppressor
–
o pressure sore god help us —
unfamiliar faces scroll back the years of wine brown noses —
grant me discouragement now & at the hour of discharge—
Amen corner bed of stars —
commodores cry Zoot Alors!
—
feel the pulse of her indoors — fell when pulling on her drawers —
broke her head being a persistent nightmare —
swallow the yellow brick road —
wash it down with chainsaws —
something stirs down dingley dell
—
a sound of tyres screeching — insecticides in paradise —
quintessential now and then —
improves the yield vindictive seed —
the limpid massive grumbleweed —clogs up arteries
of artificial opiums

 

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August 21, 2017

coincidental muesli

 

 

 

NGS Picture ID:1217302

post abstract breakfast
microwave porridge explodes                                                                                                           while washing goolies
well spotted leopard
bananas contribute hope                                                                                                                     shiny see your face in it
black square self portrait hob
grey bronchial oatsnot hails                                                                                                                 rubbery scullery gloop                                                                               spluttery honey globules
scarce golden teardrops

blow crude raspberry fanfares
forget me not sings
dried up chicken thing                                                                                                      menace to  world in top oven
watersplash revivable
for much later on
after blueberry elevenses

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August 20, 2017

Troy Tempest

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

Adpool

Covetous:

It is my stingray!

The screams stopped all shopping in earshot.

Mine (assertive).

Mine (plaintive, filling up, wait for it)

…Mine (balling, stamping, screaming).

Uproar.

The law is present, masculine,

portentous and plump.

A strident protest, indeed.

Young fellow, m’lad!

Trespassers will be prosecuted

Whether they like it or not.

Have a pear drop.

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