Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Music

Urgo

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robust democracies

compost plutocracies

or they ain’t worth it

Turning Japanese

accordion 3

 

Hey bitch broke curtains

Injustice pomes underway

All timing is bad…

Timing

Athenian four syllables

Laid Nagasaki waste

The Gustings

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Hullabalulu

Barrage of bad quest spuns

Medium message yawn

Law of open tuna tea

Food bankruptcy pleads bailout

Hell yes I’m funny as fuck!

Lillibulero

Come All Ye

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Mildew musk half drownded rat

Soggy woodbine, auld tweed hat

Old Luke and Buffalo Johnny

Bid come all ye attendees

And whisht a while, imbibe

Enniscorthy travellers dreamtime

Side fading coals

In warm, dry bungalows

As wind lashes outside

Recalling a lady in her father’s garden

While sloping home early

in fine foggy dew.

Scram Bell

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Minister of Musicians,

new war dance teacher,

once knew my father…

 

Showered, creamed, slithered,

hoody, deckchairs, big daddies…

Slipping, sliding…wrong shore grifter

 

little book of shrugs

sanskrit aubergine eggplant

histrionics

 

took fizz codeine med

brain dead inebriation

small town called chicken

 

do you like your eggs

sunny easy side up over

boiled poached benedict

Rude Awakening

Jackie Wilson said...

 

it’s a new dawn

on a new day

and i’m feeling

wood

Plurabelle

Joyce Joke

 

Overwhelming surge

Wottaboutastoryday

Anna Livia

Toad Moon

frisbee

 

palpable sea change

calypso ipso facto

red rum chronicles

The Die is Cast Off

Benn

 

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

Fred Carno’s Circus

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Show on road? No…

Isolated blizzard,

hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,

These and sundry vilenesses

prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn

Fulfilling promises of gardening.

 

A pluperfect spring morning

wasteland of historic neglect

disgrace my spiffing gaze.

The road to oblivion is paved

with claptrap and obliquy.

Nothing comes of nothing

never…