Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Music

Go Buddy

Early lunch, no breakfast today.

Liver and bacon,

opaque oil wet onions,

a small wedge of pear,

and the bloody celts

all over the telly:

golden smelly barbars,

firewheels of dire consequence,

cold spaghetti carbonara,

topped off with the chief kulak’s scalp.

Peaches!

Going for a swim under the ice,

feeling the brill krill electrify my skin

in vast passing shoals.

My life as a camera

Soap Radio Terror

Sound no vision

Dum-de-dum-d-dumb-e-dum

Be heard but not seen

Dum-diddum-d-dada

Unread…but not red

Dum-de-dum-d-dumb-e-dum

What Caroline said

Dum-de-diddle-eee-argh

Bananaskin

Schadenfreude, schadenfreude

Everymorningyou greet me

Small and white, carmelite

Clean and bright, anthracite

Youlookhappyto meet me…

Time

Inner scented oriental mood,

Two tone shoed,

culminating on a Zube,

~

neon lit chicks

insinuate

titter chatter.

~

That was now.

Can you imagine

how good that is?

~

You are smoking

Casually

Consciously

~

Smoking

On a noir street corner.

You are wearing a hat.

A grey hat.

It is a busy street.

High buildings.

People teem.

~

A city.

Night.

Sultry.

~

Am I right?

~

Fancy an omelette

I do.

Fresh green salad?

~

Sounds good.

Stale green salad.

Sounds odd.

~

Let’s go eat

anaesthetize

some skies

~

Avalonia

Beet free poetry

Like likes of likes on Faceblood

Majority rules

 

Ganges

Need a feed, a shave, a shower.

Aint got the verve, the desire.

Those who need terminal

or other flower cry posies

by and by, by the hour,

autumn flower, wet and drooped with

Rain, a face gone and still present.

~

In autumn rain, drunk on memory,

in belated golden light,

when sunshine livens shadow,

or that feeling, when your guts

give in to gentle sulphur gloam

~

So all will weep and sleep

Bless yourself your soul replete

Jaquaranda Swoon Time

monday

starling minus star

german minus car

homuncular mamba

quinquireme  nirvana

trireme quillabamba

lamb passanda

calls Miranda

crazed veranda

Archibald

‘He showered

he shaved,

he came back from the grave.

Lazarus…

Lazarus…’

~

The daily drudge is on.

Walk away, walk away.

Up and down the garden path

fetch your underwear.

Walk away, walk away

One step, two step…

collapse on the prickly pear.

Walkaway, walkaway

~

‘Sea above us,

sky below,

we’re upside down,

head to toe!’

Dock of the Bay

Ate cake before bed,

coffee found congealed

intact, redeemable: stirred,

revived, microwaved.

Stay of execution granted

Just three hours before deadline –

brutal brinkmanship

orders from the DA

reprieved to death row

there’s no place like home

green, green grass

to touch, taste, smell

Each dawn I live.

*

 

 

Bunfight at the KO Canal

homelessman

High Tabasco noon

Welcomes you to Sausageworld

Run through piquant jungles

Scallions feed stallions

Runyon peels an onion

Lacrymoniously

Bewailing Mahogany