Moonlight Dump
Let’s go to the loo
Let’s jump in the bog
Devastate the places
Where the putrid vermin hog
Let’s flush them out tonight dear
It’s silly not to try
Rid the world of scumbags
Without a reason why.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Magic Realism
September 12, 2013
Sublime
What bliss is this?
Sea becomes vapour,
drowns now and then,
bobs up, splays fluke,
blows hole, meals mouth,
dives deep, backs down
September 12, 2013
Guff
The doggy few air the southern mist lands…
Some slept through till daylight coloured the drapes
Grey Pink.
Warm still, fuggy, muggy, stuffy, musty
Climate.
Through slate grey light I fly safe, glide slow up
To here,
The bureau of dreams, absorbing the news,
Sneeze wildly, snuffle, drip, and wet wipe off.
Excess.
September 11, 2013
The Clangers
Bintruck rumbles,
crunches, and taps,
hoarse growls, and purrs.
All glass slides down,
booms, and echoes in
vast steel cavern.
Clang, clang, thump, clunk
empty boxes
slam dunked, job done,
good work, see you!
September 10, 2013
Rite
So,
we
offer up
these
well-prepped
ants testes
to you
gods
of the
firm
ament
for
the
fecund
ditty
of this our
crop of love
age.
Be nice
for this
once,
we
have grown
tired
of
September 9, 2013
Soft
Inside night rain,
walking titanium lino,
I wahwah wahwah wander,
smoking and sipping,
sloping and drooping.
Outside sodden fuchsias
Burst, brambles stalk
crazed hedgerows,
licked rosebushes wince,
nettles nestle
snuggling dockleaves.
Now Rain wanes,
a crooked hand appears
between salmon drapes,
eases the latch,
sending swoon done air
to soft green
dark dawn.
September 8, 2013
Slippers
For thrift’s sake
we wear just one slipper at a time,
in continental shifts, diligently
observant of time zones,
ever-changing weather patterns, the jet stream,
solar winds, and the roaming holes in the
ozone and sole.
September 8, 2013
Candid Chimera
Last Night of…
extreme dreams,
stark monochrome fluid,
freeway floral wallpaper,
rotting damasks, shillelagh,
almonds and formaldehyde.
White light, white sheet.
Jammin’ Jerusalem
Jute wailing bunnies.
Then,
exhausted from the lie-in:
cobalt clear still sky
flossed with high flying drifts,
orchestras of demi-gods trail
home spent.
We scavenge the tepee for beans,
celebrate love apples with libations of strong coffee,
and weep and fear for the band snakes,
Asian gators, and tigers on the fridge, hiding behind
the fabric conditioner, still ready to pounce on sleepy
Moorhen’s eggs.
Your runnin’ and
your runnin’ and
your runnin’ away
from yourself.
September 7, 2013
Struth
…the sun also rises
Tennish
Nice day!
Ripper
Sloth sleeps
Pollop sucks
The dead floor.
Meantime,
above,
I lodge a suppository
of all knowledge
in my sphincter.
September 7, 2013
Pedal Extremes
Go barefoot,
unstockinged or socked,
as often as you can!
Even if
like me
you have
grotesquely twisted gnarled toes,
suppurating scabby nightmares,
wear your feet with pride.
Feet are wonderful,
if you have some
Flaunt them
Grimbeau 