Austere
We ate Eliza
for an appetizer
and
a horse
for the main
coarse
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Magic Realism
April 5, 2015
Missus Jesus
wanna pome rajah?
rather than
a moan of pain
coz of your
Intrusion
April 5, 2015
Howdy Doody
God, I’m older
So are you
Let’s grow younger
See you two
April 2, 2015
Bubbles
milking off human
kindness shuts down short supply
markets fluctuate
April 2, 2015
Tap
Time now for switch up
Divergent flood considers
Nazism whorehouse
Silicon valley forty-niner
Sips last drop throwaway cup
Sends chinamen bearing nitro
First into manifest destiny
Consume or perish
April 2, 2015
Hippisippi
bog verse metronome
sheep shepherd dynamics
heinous cranky play
April 1, 2015
Penumbra Forest Tours
In wine we confuse
Confusing wine
Drinking health
Unhealthy drink
A knot wept: saw
Ariadne’s spool
Has me undone
Like snowflakes
in moonjuice
April 1, 2015
out cast off
shop soiled shoe left out
forgot
on street show rack
overnight.
rough insomniac tries me on
gruff sinister monoped
tried it on about three am
but put me back unhappy.
I pinched his toes (hopping on
stilettoes is comedic )
…
could do with a good
wipe clean
but I bet it’s
throwaway time.
big new boxes arrived today
brought in by the miserable
zero hour sales team
New Spring Collection:
my show days here are numbered.
soon price bin bucket
recycling or help the aged
…
my colour (shocking pink)
clashes with Dexter’s
who has not been out of his box for weeks.
I am weathered, faded
so we are sure to get scrapped,
made into god knows what
who wants sullied faded shoes?
perhaps little girls playing
lipstick and hair games
like mummies getting pretty
April 1, 2015
Un Chien Andalou
beauty somewhere here
eye of beholder please nurse
pass me that scalpel
March 31, 2015
Concerto on Haydn
Pretty bitty thoughts
Fragments glimpses flicks
Aboriginal origin
Spitting feathers…
Water, water, water sip
Quench drench slake
Insistent chump
slurp cold coffee
milky way paddle
Still life outlined
Rotten russet pippin cox
Storm laden
Cold blowy vestibule
Unclear falling out take
Blue bed and breakfast table
My pomes of desperate mornings
Do nothing, don’t enhance
They are, boy nature in a crippled dance
The circus is no place for fools
Grimbeau 