Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: flash fiction

Here

today the earth
stood
still but instead of falling
off
people just fell out

gnomes run amok

Savage undergrowth dwarfs
Who wrung chicken’s
Mangled worzels
Hid clues
In shoes

Salubrious liquid
Oozes unguent
Sappers wallow
In blue
Glue tubes

Molasses adulate
Overload corn stooks
Wimples dribble
Down green
Baked beans

Worm Said

Unfit for human consumption, mistah dabbler you betcha
bottom dollarbill

ticklish extraordinary little coughs, tell tale trails of larkspittle
crimson pupils
crown the worm

still as rocky rock rises diminished, denuded by bladderwrack
slime soft ambergris

hermit crabs rule cold rooster rockpools, anaemic fledglings
waive misrule cheerio

tidal affairs of men and marble, happy little dirges, slip shift
back to where they once so long ago

tao mein

Early come-ins &
go-ins at no.13
galvanizesrubberneckers
in da nay bore hood
sumer is a goin’ out
exit the cuckold

Trad.

There drifts another dreamer,soft headed ne’er-do-well
Sitting close to Budhha, pussy’s fond farewell…

wrung out the bowels from an old dishrag: there’s a riot going on down in slough-
who needs yesterday’s diapers?

nobodaddy in da world inflammation strangles up my mind: diet exercises customs proffer cure for life again big pharma

aphrodite looking flighty in her nightie induces instant korma: suture  strangles up my mind your step on the way out

dere moving the shard for corporate malice: mr magoo went down on malice & is now detained at monstrosity’s leisure

 

Axis: Clear as Mud

A polar indifference
To current affairs pervades
This sunny afternoon
Opposites repel invaders
Gadflies waddle through cold custard
Jam dollops smear gleeful

scarlet faced bruised egos
enlighten dictatorships

South by South-East

‘tis an outside day today – green bin
Could bring the ‘contraption’ with
before or after
sausage extravaganza?
There’s a conundrum
Or a paradigm shifting
furniture about again
Bloody paraphernalia
Always in the way of stuff
Mull it over with the Bruce

Went out for a wee-one
Beside the haemorrhage spot
Minus ‘contraption’
Chinooks flying low
Shocking pinko crop-duster
Airborne muckspreader
Spots on our apples

She Said

Surprise visitor!
Ginger Rogers fresh from heaven
knock me down with a feather boa

give us a twirl then luv
‘aren’t you going to ask me?’, she said
Ask you what I close upped

Strong silent typography
‘How does it feels to be dead?’
She thinks I’m Peter Fonda

Poor love goddess,
They all go a bit
Sunset Boulevard

I give her my father’s best side
And flash the trademark
well-upholstered teeth

she smiled knowingly
We parted on the best of terms
It had not always
been like that…in fact never
quite like this before

Kilimanjaro

selfie

 

Mediocrity
stated long term vow
Snapshot: lifetime selfie
Faces gurn: It’s moi!
madding crowds turn volte face
outstanding dream sequences
unnatural beauty looks
down on friends & family
stoical indifference gloats

 

Breakfast at Myfanwy’s

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Moses, Moses, holy Moses!

A turn up for the books.

Four quick glances

an element of surprise.

An intriguing risk demonised.

I think of you all the time, she said.

Puking in her handbag.

That’s some love poem

~

My eyes are clouded over with self-deceit,

these words are redolent of feet

that walked proud as punch,

no more for now,

no more,

the crunch

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Combers

Perhaps the radio can see
who the ocean has reclaimed
this gusty Sunday
Less a numbers game
than prurient derision
Smug as a bug on a drug
Neon hordes festoon seasides
Find macabre pokemon
Washed up after sated fish
Gold, silver and bronzed
Load up on food for thought
Leftovers after feeding frenzies
Fake it as it comes
Feel no love for humankind
Only mild revulsion
Jockeying for possession