Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: flash fiction

January 27, 2017

Trade Winds Blow Off

gust impudent sleep;
Scantily clad warily
rest still just gone dawn;
special chumley warmers
consummate love over
chlorinated chicken soup…

Only time will tell of course
Proof of pudding found
In Venezuela…

(Loud cheers and tobacco spits)
New deal struck post EGGPLASM
(35 squid a month saved)
‘Today the Gas Board—
Tomorrow the World!’

Did not dream (at all?)
on grassy uplands,
snug summer pastures,
capricious morning glory…
Domesticated God
Portrait (of the) Artist (as
a) Vacuum Cleaner
Leaves messiah knackered out
Major events thus postpones
Only minor miracles
Tenable today—

writing guff, combing hair (singular),
Powdering my knees, reading these poems:
High on Rust (pun on Night Ours?)
Made up by Ray Webber;
blurb includes the usual
posthumous suspects:
Hindley, Brady, Ferlinghetti,
Ashbery, and O’Hara plus
beasts EZ & TS—
Critique suppose if the spirit moves
or more pressingly: the bowel

Gas Board-
apply The Art of the Scam
in its Original Jerkish

Horace, Horace wherefore art
thou if not here?
Fancy a smoke & a fag
Whooo o o sH!

Sudden Sou’Wester flusters galley
Oil lamps dervish dancing wildly
Cold pork clunks grace offshore hulks
Red jelly allover waffler…

Splo Ooos h a H aha!
Scalding hot boiling pot
Fair stood the wind for
Hispaniola
…
Sinister unidexters tweak
Spin ludicrous yarns
A Bernie* for Buck House
Queenie gets to stay
& as for the rest—
Make ‘em an offer
dat day cant refuse*

*One million pounds sterling (Bernie Ecclestone size bung*)
*Sweeteners, inducements, gift-horses
*Trash

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January 26, 2017

Third Degree (Burn’s Nightcap)

 

More haggis, Angus?
 As if you've got no option
 stuck up f-f-freezing Cairn
Gormless wee beastie
 prone timorous troglodyte
 Nurse Zing (frost-bitten)
Tootsies icicles
 that is…
 f-f-fractious dreek dank dark
 clapped out anglepoise 
nods off...
 waiting room night malingers
 caresses cold dunk fingers
 puffy after early bath
Showers grumble come mid-morning
 crumbling inky murk
 Happy News Flash Bang Wallop!

 Waiting for noxious sausage—
 Pork & Leek -
What wondrous feasting!
 as intransigence
 gives way to coercion
Jam-packed Sheiling Mall

 ghostly dead come day dissemble
 autonomous flicker shows
Illumination
 & lethal English Custard
 Slices Down The Dog & Duck
 Twice a week
Doffing bluebell caps

 

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January 24, 2017

Persuasion

Look,
whether you like it or not,
you are much, much better now—
so
just get used to it, enjoy,
do your own thing, strut you stuff.
Either way
Nobody gives a shit these days.
They’re too busy being them.
So,
you are wary of doormats.
Just use the opaque windows.
Best learn to leap before you can run…
or have a dump, or get cleaned up:
simples minus curve balls
Slow release porridge regime,
open prison daily chores,
melt into a madding crowd,
stay utterly stum,
incognito ergo sum,
well, treely & rurally
hid from Herstory,
out of sight is out of mind,
smells malinger on,
taste of burnt okra,
lady fingers hits the deck
~
Hey kid! Let’s dissect some trees!!
It’s coming on lunchtime
Sing joy & peace songs
Naff Hallelujahs…
~
Di Maggio eats
Caravaggio’s fruit bowl
Still life after all these years
Oranges and lemons melt
Incognito ergo sum
Greater than small walk on parts
Phillip Seymour-Legwarmers
Vignettes, bit parts, cameos—
Now you see it &
Now you don’t…

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January 23, 2017

Lollipop (Who loves ya Baby?)

Sucked away prodigously
since first light broke icy dark
Tried very hard to punt
A Third Humanism–

No one seems much interested
So I left dystopia
Had cosmetic surgery
Convalesced on Crimson Strand

Found this grain of sand
in elastic rubber dunes
–longshore tobacco drifter
just struck it lucky I guess

Right place: right time malarkey
It just ain’t cooking—too cold
Here in half-baked Alaska
All is about food & syntax

Craving precious indigo
Giotto grumbles
Pulverises Nigella seeds
Burnt brown coffee kills

Telly Savalas licked me
soppy sloppy seducer–
Who loves ya baby?

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January 19, 2017

Old John Boy

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

(c) Milton's Cottage; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation (c) Milton’s Cottage; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

Blind Tiresias

Rhythmically swaying

Iambic rapper

Muttering incantations

–

Committing morning verse

To pellucid memory

Ear cocked for milkmaids

–

Waiting enthroned in turmoil

illuminated by defeat

cherished hard won republic

brief lost earthly paradise

postponed for another eternity

another enlightenment

another bright spark

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January 18, 2017

Bury my Hurt at Wounded Knee

Ten it is on Radio
Balls—Every Child Splutters
Dribbles on and on
Post or no post this morning—
sleeping dogs tell no lies
Made big revisions to piece of string
Resistance is useful
Urge to sudden flop—
Is it a shower yer after, Sir?
Intimate separation speaks
In oxymorons…
Who said that?
Me I think
And who may you be when you’re at home?
Making (all the) mistakes (in the) book
And why would you think that you’re saying that now?
Stubborn bogey (up my) nose—

& who the hell was that?
Must be (the) dainty music
Chopin haunts my windowsill
Tschaikovski: celebrated
(as a) very fast worker
Decomposed (in just
over) seven soggy days
The Compleat works of Peat Bog
Cradled jealous (to his) ample bosom
Making (all the) mistakes (in the) book bar one
I’m getting it on
Getting it all down
(as much as) I can…(as much as) I can…(as much as) I can
Pinocchio is drowning
Where’s the fucking Whale?
Typical just typical
Never there when you need one
O ye Whales!
Ye Accursed Whales

~
13.10
Oxtail soup & toast
Sate one sunny afternoon;
sugar frosted shrubs look good
enough to eat for afters…
So you went out with the stick?
Yes, just a few tentative steps
Are you taking the sun now?
No in a minute
When the sky comes round
Shall we make it two?
Yes let’s make it two

~
Sun got round at bang on two
Devo Harding or Devo Trump?
Balanced on bladed razor
Fag paper slender
No one saved my life last night
Puzzles me why not
Was I not in pain?

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January 17, 2017

Garderobe

Clarity & Charity
(most weird Sisters of

Jolly Green Murphy)
forswore their novice vows of nice
& lost like Lennon songs left
glum parental controllers
orse-whipped immortals
Red in flesh & blood
Behind to whimper
Well-rehearsed mea culpas:
Suspend wholesome disbelief
Postpone all pressing
Engagements abandon hope
Indefinitely for now
Waiting by the phone watching
Brando documentaries
~
Provoke sympathy
for slow grieving elders
staring staff in hand
watching the armada shrink
into Tahitian puddles…
Fit for what purpose?
~
Purpose being what?
Why the Telling of Tall Tales
The life enhancing
Tittle-tattle of hum-drum…
Apollonian work!
burping a poem in loud-
toasting to mad ecstasies
Acting up like Billy Goat
Dionysian hogwash—
~
Questioning your worth
to Self & Others are we?
Self-therapy stinks…
Well you would say that
Here! Smell my karma
Eek! Stinking purple Bishop
How can you do this
On the day after day after
lying there snoring

as her wife steps into
your dressing gown…

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January 15, 2017

Cypress says…

fifteen twenty one
après-douche fancy fulfilled
anise rub down complete so
whilst smelling pungent
& puny as a nectarine
go below for liquid top up,
courageous blue remembered
mountainous coffee
the over rated preference,
but knowing deep down it
ought be sea-green tea
doing sterling slow hypnotic work on
jumpy pylorus & duodenum,
diffusing furry mauve limpets
on pearl heavy oyster communes…

Yes
yaboos sound below,
unplucked poultry bids farewell
hides dry roasted nuts—
a nation holds its collective bad breath,
an elephant farts in Rangoon,
diaphanous sub-uterine
crabby nebulae await the Year of the Cock

Spinsters conjure up bachelors
as pliant uxorious dotes
malinger on every sticky word,
both smiling bitterly
at tatty monographed hankies
which need a jolly good mend,
enduring cruel jibes resonate
in blue conniving eyes of
cruel frumpy girlfriends

fifteen fifty four:
Soon putative sun
sets itself beyond
elephantine cloud
blinding whitened fascia
gets inbetween aerosol
spray paint cataracts
danger! High voltage
celestial oblong blur
electric yellow interjects
Jaded crusty eyes struggle
Clueless under Capricorn

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January 14, 2017

…to be continued

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

x3DE0NT

as they have their lunch

The Prisoner of Haiku

makes it through the wall…

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January 14, 2017

full moon setting…

clear tomorrow here
already
days zip past
often primrose trite
not so for others’ kites-
crucial times like these

Here (see below)
Going on a bit just then…
Becoming beings relax
after onset lycanthropia

dormant patients protect us
via guilt & frailty
‘We do not mean you any harm’
They say
‘Stop turning your backs’

as we once shall you

who may live to regret it
on the day when

it’s your turn to sleep

Trying so-so  hard to hide excruciating pain
Not to scare the horses of hope
a miserable prospect
for those poor bastards
personally affected by issues
considered in this poem
—Goodnight & Wake Up!

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