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Scroodles
Category: Jazz
January 21, 2015
January 21, 2015
Wystopia
Mauden – Nite Male Rubba Dub.
Heads up, there – A Riviera!
No Pushy-Pushing Now.
Duck the Punches! No pulling mind.
Here comes delight.
Da-da-da-dumdum.
Sing a Song of Songs sung Blue.
From Synapse to Prolapse:
A Curt History of Rapture.
Psychosyllables care of Dr. Egg;
tosh-tish-tosh;
plinketyppyplonk.
Bad reviews, bad previews –
Bumful of bad bananas for the drop.
Plop.
Hanging is ungood for the hangee.
Flash-flesh-flush.
Press & Whoosh: all dunned.
Mr. Turd says,
‘Now wish your wands!’
Now.
Go think yourself as water,
as liquid water under ice,
uninstilled.
Like this: churning, filling, spilling, welling,
willing, milling. Flossing.
Morris Flossing.
Big chews and tobacco spats.
A la mode: Discommode.
The Carps Barp.
January 20, 2015
Fluke Skellington
Three approaches
The day’s ebb
The ebb of day
Could rest
my head
Go to bed
Writing about the agonies
Of others is a tad
Arrogant
Anyway I do…
No I will continue
Wracking
Corpuscle & Sinew
Come, come
That’s laying
It
On a bit lavish.
Like an old church
On a
Skellig
Singing
to
The Sky Light
January 18, 2015
When Laestrygonians Attack!
Save that, Patroclus!
It’s
Midday plus
five.
Hazy Sunday afternoon.
Luncheon?
Fishcakes & ptarmigan droppings.
Not again,
Pen
What happened to the marmoset wellington?
The Ogres, I suppose.
Eyes bigger than their stomachs, those lads.
Gluttons with mutton.
Ask Old Shep.
January 17, 2015
As it Happens
Wild notes:
A bit of a whopper!
Had to get these down before I got stuck
cheroooted to the table.
Thanks to Danny Baker.
Warmed my butt and sacrum
with the oat and lavender bags
flicked through the morning stations for
distraction,
inspiration,
information –
in short, company.
Other voices.
Came across the Danny Baker Show,
a show I like and always forget to listen to
I am so bogged down in my listening ways.
The item was about Greenland’s timezone-less centre;
how they called it Greenland because Vikings
wanted to deter invaders from their cherished Iceland;
another item mentioned ‘thundersnow’
and I was away. Up for it, writing came first
and I made some jots:
These are they.
Saturday mornings Punk Odyssey
Drongo pomes dialogue.
The Vanmitzvah;
little feral red van
becomes
big red van/bus does
not stop at my gate.
Passed by a boy: came back a man.
Returned, emerged.
Apple in a football ground.
Thundersnow on a lowlight
January 15, 2015
Kneading
mould
a
boulder
on
a
shoulder
January 9, 2015
Buenoventura Durrutti
Teal unreal
on that charred
Hard clay night.
Thinks: worms lap
sun-drenched blood
On midday grass
No buttercups grow there.
True iguana weather: no cicadas.
Another good skin shed.
January 9, 2015
Catacombic
Rustles rumble;
Murmurs gruff;
Whistles whet;
Bristle thistle…
A thrill frisson
flowers
like quicksilver
December 23, 2014
Tickling
Sati’s factory plinks
sparse pink notes
primrosing purple pathos
like chemise driftwoods.
December 16, 2014
The Enigma Mode:
Self pitied Plumbers
do not find
themselves
Down
when your trousers
fall
the chips
are…
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