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Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: microfiction
October 19, 2016
October 19, 2016
Blue Jardin
blemish: purple splodge,
cause unknown to mandarin
dog beneath the skin
symptomatic of neglect
dissipated leaping flea
garden full of flying things
nestle & slaughter
blue velveteen bumblebee
considerable lace
jive dancing bean sticks
dive bomber cuckoos
incidental butterly
October 18, 2016
Turpitude
I shall have a…(thinks) coffee and
test the fortitude
of my hindlegs and beads.
Last night I drank two
bottles of white paraffin
before wild clamour started.
(Some people have no
sense of humour.)
I am ( as you may have noticed)
not like one of them
October 18, 2016
The Ganger’s Shout
Hard working people
Trying hard to make ends meet
Sleep in uniform
Between one and zero hours
One eye open
One ear cocked
Hanging on the Ganger’s Shout
October 18, 2016
Shazam!
Zoom
fires cleanse nasal hair
Slowmo airplane sycamore
Raindrop on nipple
Kiss bite temptation
Translucent cheesecloth
Footfall on gravel
Pond surface cacophony
Shameless faux foragers
Blissful soft focus
Zoom
October 17, 2016
The Fluster
sunflower rainbow
deluge – scarce ten minutes one
autumn after cheese
© October 2016
November 13, 2015
Casting Couch
would Theda Bara
grace fake tiara
inviolate star
of Cleopatra?
September 25, 2015
Algorithms
when he said to you
whomsoever you may be
feeling nothing much
staring into spaces
resembling going spare rooms
set aside for punishment &
broken suitcases
September 22, 2015
In draws night
Blood sun sets radish
Lurid twilight underworld
Soft Saharan soot
Seville’s soft underbelly
exposes violent fruit
Plaintive chants roam earth
Echoing cruel reveries
December 2, 2014
The Pitfalls of Autonomy
Tuned in, turned off, turned on, turned up, turned puce…
Mother Goose, Aladdin, and Buttons
glaring at me like thunder.
`Prey, what ails thou Panto-types?` I seasonalled.
`A flagrant breach of protocol, that’s what!’ said Goose, irate, pacing.
`Cinders is a tard! Whittington’s a dachshund! The ugly sisters are ants! Need I continue?` Buttons stormed with absurd pomp.
‘My lamp is empty.` Aladdin wailed.
`I do not see what it has to do with me.` I said with modesty and aplomb.
`Just typical,’ Goose tutted, `will no one take responsibility ?`
…
Luck to get out of their alive,
I tell you, slipped out
when the Bovril lady came,
via the sink, town drain,
and Alaskan tundra to here.
Thumbnail One:
`The Twiglet and Cheeseball.`
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