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Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: flash fiction
January 21, 2015
December 8, 2014
Did Fiona Fail?
Quidnuncs flaidh cheoil:
how’s your ole terror feyther?
Still on the run in Spain?
And your mother, don’t you love her,
the twisted sister of Cain.
And you, you monster,
a towering babble of lardo
thinking we’re lesser devos,
are you well in this world,
did you churl of curling
or gainsay Brian Boru?
December 2, 2014
The Pitfalls of Autonomy
Tuned in, turned off, turned on, turned up, turned puce…
Mother Goose, Aladdin, and Buttons
glaring at me like thunder.
`Prey, what ails thou Panto-types?` I seasonalled.
`A flagrant breach of protocol, that’s what!’ said Goose, irate, pacing.
`Cinders is a tard! Whittington’s a dachshund! The ugly sisters are ants! Need I continue?` Buttons stormed with absurd pomp.
‘My lamp is empty.` Aladdin wailed.
`I do not see what it has to do with me.` I said with modesty and aplomb.
`Just typical,’ Goose tutted, `will no one take responsibility ?`
…
Luck to get out of their alive,
I tell you, slipped out
when the Bovril lady came,
via the sink, town drain,
and Alaskan tundra to here.
Thumbnail One:
`The Twiglet and Cheeseball.`
September 23, 2014
Sockless in Gaza
Her feeble
Patience
exhausted if
Glenn Ulf & the Moon Brethren
who tampered with
the Relic
Sock.
~
Dismayed
but unruffled
went she
stepping
gingerly
~
on skin
& snow
flakes,
& found
oxygen
consoles
her soul
cruet of heaven,
crooning grace
‘…need me till I want no more.’
Bliss
after Evensong
she
reposed
immersed in
quilted peachy luxus
idly flicking through
‘Lego, Fretwork,
and
Micky Mouse Ballrooms’
edited by
Blitz Furls,
Fred McGod,
and Paul de Koch
August 22, 2014
Flawed Claude (the colour lampshade…)
He’s up, he’s up…
he’s down again
Like a yoyo,
a rat up a pump
Or a fiddler’s elbow
Not coming
Nor going
Just up to…
What?
June 23, 2013
Pardon
‘What do you do when the muse shows up?
‘Hide the biscuits’
‘Huh’
‘Oh yes… stands to reason five months on the frozen tundra, hunters after ones antlers’
‘Syringe your ears’
‘Not yet’
‘What?’
‘You said Ginger nears’
June 18, 2013
Alfred Lawn Tennis On
Cledgy, mired coach clay, flint, chipping stone way
Or road
Demi light with stars
Open
Big front window room to roam
Sloth slinks up till dawn and bedtime: dog in
Dog out
Pooh! One is grateful for a humongous stale
Log in
Watched over by Winnipeg beavers
Well-ordered sawmill workers of Saskatchewan
Never so big as the mad at the bbc
Fawning sycophantic plum voiced on
A day to dismember ken barlow charged
By bet lynchmob for druidic noncling
With children seven so far Prince Zorba:
Not dead just snoring.
Heed the two houses dwelling opposite
Growing in daylight I cannot see what
I am writing – very exciting and
Unusual typing errors do not
Matter with a pen: legibility
Is the thing. Speak to my legible
Razorbill; get advice and nails cut.
Five a day everyday: honeysuckled.
Police in california dampen
Cold when asked about a disappointing
Flatfish takeaway from Martha’s Backyard.
Cannot see to count the spilt sugar in
Lap swept from the working surface landing
On my leg and cascading to rest like
Sand I am shorsighted and the shadow
Of my seated bulk all obscuring
All that falls before me I will smoke at
Four fifteen am. Single Ladies Final
Between Black Amazon screaming Yank
And White Caucasian screaming blond Yank
Rain unlikely and likely for grunting Spaniard
Man and grunting something Slavian man
On tomorrow, Sunday. Both of these events
Take place at the Roland Barthes tournament.
Fields of golden snails and periwinkles
Crushed by generations of bash foot
Stamping sliding budgeoning foot crunch
And make a sandpit in Paris to play in
Over the weekend and other times if you
Are rich, powerful, and influential
And it is not pissing down a deluge
For there is no ceiling roof for refuge.
To and fro: in and out of play all day
Work done over load and friction empty
Ball. Sweat is the weakness coming out we
Are oxygenerators on a grand
Scale writ large and mind still clear swift sharp
Mass, movement, power: but, slow, paused
Interrupted. Patterned by traditional
Regulation says the court is too big or small.
Time, light, weather, rootlessness, atmospheres…
Grimbeau 