Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Jazz

aftermath

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drain nap after lunch

blackfly gunge

twig flotilla

pale stale puddles

after the deluge

the lawn is brown

bread just add water

hay oozes liquor

Peas (petit & varied)

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Wish I was not here

Is it Friday tomorrow

Are you a moron

I try my very best to

I am not a calendar

Self evidently

Trying to be funny are you

It never works when I do

Who disappeared then

Smoke blows out my ass

A tobacconist

 

Tai Chi on Roho

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Tai chi on roho slow as coot stoned as an unfaithful tory wife

Trying to lighten up before Henley Regatta

Elsewise you won’t get the most out of your summer frock

~

Tai chi on roho face down on keyboard hazardous standard lamp

Trying not to ring the buzzer with the hoop

Was it called ‘Buzzo’ or Milgram?

~

Tai chi on roho Djokovic stretches as a hobby between engagements

Trying to hang loose in an aircraft shelter

In Sarajevo

Just a little boy clutching

tight on to a shaking leaf

~

Sizzle

Ben

after a shower

write something brilliant

slow walk on water

unusual morning mantra

‘Ode to a Bloody Pigsty’

Remember Benbecula

opaque shape in mizzle

when that spatula melted

sausages sizzled

 

Daz!

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How do you like your

face in the morning?

I like mine with a Kiss

~

Apple turnover

French fries, grits, dried Eggs

synecdoche & wipes

Never Trust a Barber

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Out he mistook

himself & melted

as butter used to

into buttercups

~

Ever so far off

lone agonising

over nothing much

worth speaking of

came a familiar tune…

‘Unstiffen & stretch the legs

While you are at it

Physical jerks

Physical jerks

Come in from the cold

Wrap yourself up well

& put on the scattergown

Dressing not ballroom

Taffeta and glitz non-u

Cold sunshiver morning

Luminous lime lights

Empurpled crippled moonchild

Hanging on the wall

Venetian Tryptych

Daytripper nick-nack…’

~

No tell me about that Mouse Song

“there’ll be blue turds over

the white cliffs of Dover…”

where hollow crowns & throne games

saltpetre the ether &

small good women are slain –

sacrificed for the cause of what?

A bunch of  Silly Bully Boys

at sport just finding out

‘Whose good or bad at games…’

 

Peep-Ole!

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prime numbers warp

micropoetic mindsets

fives and sevens rule

put yourself in an empty room

fill it with algorithms

now tell me how you feel

is it all alone?

Tim’s Home

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as I write tim is

re-entering mother earth’s

outer atmospheres

wave a nice hello

 

Sweet Pervasive Zephyrs Blow

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Wes Montgomery

brings out the lounge lizard in me

it is late summer

overlooking Miami beach

thunderbirds crawl curbs

cruising palm lined palisades

we prefer Kent to Winston

all the colour footage lost

its integrity

over exposure they reckoned

just these few black & white negs

to recapture the smell of hope

we knew it could not last long

deep down in our heart of hearts

just glad this survived

 

 

tickling ivory

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It cOuld not Get ugLier

iT Ot uGlier

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lOsT hat ovuM feElin’

& (K)nOw it’S goNe, gonG

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