Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: microfiction

Whooossh…

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Theres a celibate sun
On the dry
Today

Trim Jim!
Clip your beard
Am I being heared
Or merely weird

What the Funken Garden Said

Please, I compost you,
Enrych my life!

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Bomb

aftermath fall out heavy bleed—how heart estranged from freedom excited is —neigh terrifies suspends horse sense—beggars disbelief— roll on part: flexible hours; okay pay—nothing left to lose but loss itself: free food, need photo (portfolio)·roll offpart-time life—study Metamorphoses—Not written much this week — saddo riptide hits have surged—now why would that be?—No wiser come noon—took a path less partaken—Once bitten get fly —What’s going on here? Sunday afternoon telly—repeat: War & Peace with Duno—who? —Dunno—never heard of her —spoke slurs with venerable Aunt— on the mend from a bad dose —C Aubrey Scott pops by with a lamb bone intended for the dog: confiscated contraband — lethal fear for quadropeds—& while you’re at it: spatchcock chicken apart at two —all of this while resting between random body parts —Borodinner from Tolstoyevsky—plushly furbished dinnerfest—sly retiring flowerpot—minimalist orifice: set for quail not swan—technicolour yawn guaranteed come Minsk

 

Mother Worth

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See her swinging

Her stark agenda

Brenda the Bonzai

Smoothing lamb

Whistling avocado dips

through Aubergine lips

Punk pastel smoke grey light

Gives cover to vultures

Stuffing pitta pockets

Full to bursting

With faberge nosegays

Others grab shawls for

Obscene daughters

But Brenda

Agenda bender

Mate of Zenda

Stands firm

Gives no truck

Not a tuppenny fuck

To the down by luck

The money lender

Runs begging to Brenda

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Algorithms

Pin

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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

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Critique

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What would you do if
You could walk a country mile
In risible shoes ?                                                                                                                                                  freedom alone can                                                                               turn worlds upside down

Hector’s House

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hector with thistles

manic barking mad

loud loquacious luminaries

call us to come heel

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Deuterium Climes

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Rain, sultry rain.

Opaque grapes,

leaden sky fruit,

burst on copious,

oil dark

plush olive,

swooning,

spaded,

luscious leaves.

Three chirrup

kaleidoscope toucans

tenderly engage

a dopey puffin then

hunker down within

the livid dense canopy

to share a light

repast of slender wafers

over a convivial round

of knock out whist.

Tuesdays,

no matter the weather,

is Housey-Housey,

a rainforest favourite

throughout the ages.

Beastlings from yards

Around always

Attend

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Runcible Spoon

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Those

Who stir

&

Runaway

Return to

Stir

Another

Day

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Spoonless in Sparta

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Where was the spoon?

The Spoon – the fucking spoon!

Water was running,

Loud and constant

running water

You left the fucking tap on!

He could just make out the familiar, nasal tone.

My eyelash is awash with milk suds

Not quite a froth

Clambering from the cereal bowl

Was arduous hard

Like pond weed

And gypsy tart

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No Smokin’ Nuns…

shocking-old-photos-11 petrified rainbow
flaccid lambeosaurus
washed up in Bexhill-on-Sea
—aren’t men useless?