Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Music
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(Isaiah).
view. All the people and nations of the globe, every race of men
fromevery differentclimate, advancingonall sides,seemed toas-
semble in one inclosure, and form in distinct groups an immense
congress.Themotleyappearanceofthisinnumerablecrowd,occa-
sionedbytheirdiversityofdress,offeaturesandofcomplexion,ex-
hibitedamostextraordinaryandmostattractivespectacle.
Mauve tuesday is a rum day,
a bin day, a drab day
a humdrum day
laden down cumbersome
by protocol and melancholia
thus it must
commence with an immodest nosebleed
or a writhing mit of pitted prunes
elsewise
it simply is not worth its salt
nonetheless
wanderers returned from the huzun night
find it irresistible
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Warblings from some Distant Spring
Musk demilight– aqua, orchid, tourquoise,
bent over hoodwinked by a flighty moon
reach out to open optimistic windows
admit dunnock chirps & sample crisp ballooning air;
early worms watch dullard ghosts bow out
to head for air conditioned hulks;
silverfish hold out for frigid Juul tides,
white riders & twilit oceansides beg
time out for prearranged red handshakes
in vacant dayglo barns;
many is the slip twixt cup and lip
impatient to get on with it.
It! That meretricious pip.
May had its seventeenth today,
shrunk glorious summer down
to cheap sausage pork,
and in its putrid air a natal
rain exposed a summer still born,
A maid unaware craved its drains to roam,
its culverts to clog―
Saw red rain fell over the temple,
Developed an inability to spit,
And bore witness to a teal sky
Crowded out with bluebirds.
Omens abound like cliches come sweet dusk.
A shootist lazily rakes the gallery
A spotty little herbert called Anomie
Made to menace Venice
Jeopardised the tennis
Liberté, égalité, Débilité –
Close to tears on rising:
an invisible hornet bugs you
you open a velvet blind
What is it that chastises?
Is it a far off chainsaw?
Wash the scuff away
Regret another curfew day
Showered down thorough.
Spent time writing proper.
Fucked it up. Corrected. It worked!
All of this comes to you thanks to a power shower
I stood on one leg blindfold intoning
‘I don’t wanna know her’,
a little keyhole waltz if you will
recounting old times in the Ozarks
Cussing our imaginary friend Zillard.
The lies flow outrageously as spring flood water…
a hot scrub is the prelude to a crisp neo-write supremacy:
A thousand tweets a day and soon you’re washed away.
Like a one legged Willy Lomax, a legend in his own body waste,
wisecracking as he vaporises in a steamy void
Begin over with the goat stew she left out on the table
The cord flex dangling idly in the cavernous hall
The fabulous smell of oily tuna permeates the bamboo wall
Losing a grip of the catchy word makes you chippy
flitting like a teasing fly
The mocking phrase that slights the cliche
Line by line the words drip dry.
Sure now this is nowhere you’re free.
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Darning Socks for Sontag
Endured cross stitch ups and venal stings,
incursive pine needles and lupins,
divisive thimbles and tumbrils,
concluded justice must be obscene to be undone
that finger food sucks at Funky Fiona’s,
regretted the futile fracas in Franco’s Head Shop,
and, at the heel of the hunt,
feeling flabberghastly
repeeled a grape for Delilah–
Yes the bummer’s done.
Now sat here the huge jukebox
affecting a timid demeanour
behind purple drapes
we, with blunted needles and bent pins,
darn socks for Sontag.
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Space Clinker
We called the comet Ambrose after tinned rice pudding
and spectcular sunsets by campfires on the old A5
The Duke had been busy with his gun by the look of it,
spent cartridges littered the mile-a-minute and ondive
Billy was sure of a good clattering when she told him
yet tears and snot were wiped away on his furtive sleeve
When Ambose fell to earth he was no more than a clinker
yet we raised him as one of our own and watched him thrive
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Strange Brew (King Kong Garden)
A tea of
foliage churns our garden round,
But not a
tea of
dull unvariegated green,
Sharp contrasts
of all colours here are to be seen;
The light-green
graceful tamarinds abound
Amid the
mango clumps of green surround,
And palms arise,
gorillas pray, between;
And over there
shooting pool the villains lean,
Red,—red, and
startling like a trumpet’s sound.
But nothing
can be lovelier than the strangeness
Of bamboos
to the eastward, when the moon
Keeks through their
raps, and the white lotus changes
Into a
cup of silver. One might swoon
Drunken with
beauty then, or graze and gaze
On a primeval Eden persiflage.
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Merriweather & Manson Make Out
Dylan movie ambles down below jampacked with namedrops cameos and zen flavour wisecracks: up here in the crows nest full of psychic anthrax and chintzy liquorice the ice floes pause for thought. Opening the landing window & admitting the savage boreus-- What the fuck were you playing at? You knew about the kerosene
May 27, 2021
The Worsewick Paradigm
Posted off that lump of shit up there above the date and time fuck all else to do since the flea circus folded, the barn owl coughed, and we burnt down the lunatic asylum wonderful weather out there, nonetheless no hot water to speak of, you await the seagull interregnum. Where's the presripted drugs? Everything but the Oromorph coming today. scant revenge for the Valladolid lawn atrocity, the blank candour of the rurales, the suffering of Juteland gnomes, the crisp decaying thyme of long, deglected windowsills, the simperings of Little Matty, the drudgery of elevenses, the carnal whelp of bob tailed dactyls the maple leaves of bicameral arcadia...
May 14, 2021
Petra Sighed
Glistening dewdrops grace the tea rose alcazar gremlin
overseeing the hand carved city of stone
A petrified cat stuck in a deserted air vent:
reduced to a pareidolia mirage on a solar phone
Shared from a golden feast barn
marooned in peanut sedge brocade
overlooking the hanging gardens of Armageddon
where bellicose black air hangs over a subhuman cave
A tope blurred slinky gal in a gale shelters
Happy out as steam Radio
medicated by the one I love
April 26, 2021
Rite
a face full of kites & whites
all plot lost to angst
Sorted out my window sill
Nothings mission crept
anguish swept away substance
stupid hat cant rant
House of Teeth beneath
The North face of The Ogre!
Daily melanoma gobshites
West of Eden seething:
bleeding all the way to the tank…
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day dawns grey pink crazy haze
dream genie quits bird for bottle
torpid rush hour to Squit City.
slow sleepy jet trails backward.
Solitary blackbird yawns
when you have read this
check top of head for gaps
Yes?
You just did a pome
No?
Better luck next time
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