Eye See What You Say
watch what your saying
focus on your every word
never spit it out
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Magic Realism
June 19, 2016
Dog Star
Directions – you want
to know how to get here?
Past caring on your right then
keep on until abrupt halt —
you cannot miss it from there
June 14, 2016
Doggerlandia
Sven up rose & shone
Doggerlandia sodden
under brilliant today
soggy mammoths roam
peach gold opaque dawn
open dirty window wide
sunshine dapples wet dog rose
Grizzly Bear squints back
Doppelganger encounter
Opposites attract
clouds act like dimmer switches
raindrops glisters wet dog nose
Sven turning thirty
June 5, 2016
Sphinx Gang
asPhalT
mEmori(es)
uGly
grinDer
Round eleven it burns down
The engines are turning,
churning up
dormant subterranean turtles,
laying flat kerbs for giant cars,
upheaving monitor eggs,
yellow men
coral them in sandpits,
soon they’ll be hatched out
by stray, broody ostriches
weary, careworn nomads,
whose ivory gonads bristle
in brutal
municipal sackcloth
bend to add
another egg to the pyramid
June 4, 2016
Early Magic Bus
sun don’t work today
sits on neon omnibus
weeping like a baby
jackdaw trapped in hearth set free
safe home now comrade raven
acknowledge the greatest
dreams keep their own diaries
float like an anapaest
from here to eternity
stinging butterfly
May 27, 2016
Big Red Bloomer
&,,.
wHy
(kNot)
Wireless witterings
Rain clouds
Gather to shower
On the hour every hour
Amaryllis flowers
May 20, 2016
bare naked lady
‘Hello…Flo! Are you in?’
Henry recoiled nearly dropping the enriched uranium in the chicken pellets. Of course he recognized the voice immediately, Gina: Gina Orbit, quite capable of talking her way around a sizeable planet, but somehow got stuck after the piano incident with her late chimpanzee, Alf. While sashaying through town a piano had missed her shoulder by six inches and landed plumb on her head, a detached g-string had severed Alf’s head. The piano was in pieces and Gina had got off lightly with primrose catarrh and mild headaches when she heard Grieg.
‘Flo! It’s me…Geeenah!’
Henry aborted his pastime, wiped the enriched uranium and put it back in the elephant’s foot.
‘Hello, Gina…she’s climbing the Old Man of Hoy and picking up some anchovies, probably be back at teatime Wednesday.’
‘Oh, it’s you Henry’ she said with remarkable powers of perception in one so thick. Perhaps…
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May 9, 2016
The Patron Saint of Savages
Derailed Sunday lunch on
Whacko Acapulco juice
Cinnamon sticks
Glum multitudes
Nosey aunties
Hoe are tings on googanbarra?
Hello! Nice to meet me
You too…over and over again
In short, I’m starving
Wrecked & Lazy…
Then
(as god is my judge)
Derelict Cucumberpatch
Appeared in a silver
Killer suit
How could one not swoon?
Tilly asked with oblique reference:
‘Was Ralph Richardson
As thin as that once?’Drunk
May 6, 2016
REd WinD(miLL)
Sun st.(a)irs lim(b)ps shuff les(s)
gropes…
Ascends
(pauses: carrion squirms)
remn(ants) ovum wilderbeast
biZarre crumpppled stiFFF
~
Cast off duds litter wet room
(cotton casuals, cheap fleeces, opal vest, timid boxers…)
forlorn mOwer man
(Wild One: Borneo)
Gazes B(l)anklet (at the) SCene
ConTemplating noTHing muSh
(sex, death, taxidermy…the usual)
…
me(an)while
down
b e l O W
(cacoph – onia: brakes out)
LapiDateDcrow
croaks (winged-flesh wound)
Fi(R)st prO-Christian offaRing
fakes IT like a
Can-cAn
Grimbeau 