Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Magic Realism
November 9, 2014
Shane Finn
Elfden
Chumpden
Chookslayer
writhes about
In fresh turdies,
guffawing tiglets,
splurging glurb,
drooging knucklers,
whenxe
a seizure to indulgest
a zit of DIY Greco-Roman
unter den perchway
to sepulchritude.
‘Is this the way
to get a mush kiss,
standing here still
pulling my penis?’ He snoods
toothe fladgey gorlslush
whooob gawbs a goober, hollowring:
‘Ingorge anti-intoxicants for it
forthwith & pulverise the amoeba-3
out of the armadillo, Pillow!’
November 9, 2014
Dogwatch
…time moves in an oboe polka from slug
slow to impish sprite, flits in heavy privet,
snakes under town tractors, hides behind
wheelie bins, always a nick ahead of
the quick, automatic click, the belated
enough glance, the I’m looking for you look,
off it skedaddles, darting, flitting, slick
freezing stone still, mischievous, keen alert,
a baby Pan messing in misty morning moonlight.
I am busy elsewhere, cursing these bogus charts
messing with focal planes, vanishing points,
hocus-pocus concepts of moon, window-
frame, yucca and squint till boss-eyed, purblind,
I miss the goings-on altogether…
November 7, 2014
Brain Drown
Rockets!
All hail works of fire:
damp black squib,
sharp granite twig sparkler,
sponge finger taper,
wet gungey matchbox,
soft, soggy spunkless
lucifers,
sodden sodding sausages,
heaving heavy rain,
hard luck hector
hexen hemlock rain.
day done
dry on drowned land,
socks off, read psalter,
almanac,
miff & haul,
Bunion
a chapbook:
The White Knight’s Tale:
See
Shocking,
seedy likeness
So-so similar,
so samey,
so sad
sigh
So sleep,
slipaway,
snooze…
Withdraw worn warm
Under down and duck.
Sail away soon,
stuck for supplies,
charge taurus
up overnight.
n.b.
No blame us last words just now.
November 5, 2014
Detritus
Deer Stalker slyer
Light rainless pyre
Sky dripping fire
Walk squeaky clean,
Black limousine,
Leaves squalid scene
November 5, 2014
Home on Derange
Bay mare breeder, electric ether, head crazed
by on goings, sore to touch, touchily.
Tetchy little englander brought down to size
Colour, gender of choice, within boundless
Law: The Right of Light.
Torches rally, burn the beast, cauterize the earth.
Escalation, destination desolation:
regard slow time; report the truth; received
communication distorts, parts words apart.
Depart!
Darwin’s social agents popped in for a peep,
Pick up old confetti, soaping soft,
the right boys to do a boy’s job. Inside
a cringe (a swallowed outburst still emits gas)
and a barbed stiletto of rebuke.
They and I are hamstrung by pace, them too
much, me too little. Who is piggy in the middle?
The I of the storm The individual…
The news is abroad, I wish it well on
its journey to ignorance, words are so cheap
They are Free
November 2, 2014
Whythee
Waterloo!
In for the afternoon,
like the weather,
shower.
The soul weather
you have,
Punk.
Tinkle,
tinkle
fickle car.
Sometimes
wonder
where you are.
November 2, 2014
Tenerife? Tenner Each!
eleven thirtyfive in true Brumaire…
clock robbed,
stolen, purloined, swiped
time suspect, rains it pours, but soft!
Yacht through
yonder blue
window breaks plate glass façade: Scrutable,
discernible, mandible, cannibal.
Eating a petit for tea for two or more.
November 2, 2014
Dogfight
Undermined
left laughing girl
fester in hog cabin…
one less to feed?
check for flesh wounds…
none visible,
just a gulf revealed
beneath unravelled
opaque skein.
the geese fly west
for some weather.
Bullied into it
spiteful downtrodden
strike out without
good reason,
no one in their
right mind would,
get what’s coming?
more of the same again,
denudation
and encroachment,
Just marasmus of
body politic,
virgin season
November 2, 2014
Omnes
In the dead of night
the dead of night
take stage
muttering,
omnes, omnes,
omnes…
near streetlights
distil dawn light
crying still
Slow worms
winking
ascend
the
dreamer harbours
demons,
the
demons of
daylight.
Grimbeau 