Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Music

Moonfleet

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Lutes

Madrigals

White & black

Gulls

 

Lulls

Culls

Hulls

 

Trawl

New

Deeps

Hermes the Scraps

 

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The wind

Picks up a pace,

carrier bags, paper cups ,

crisp packets, true rumours,

sweet wrappers, where you left off, very light aircraft…

All manner of stuff really

The Amputation

 

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Like Keaton

Granite fey

Agog

Aghast

Watching you

Alone

Walking away

 

Those sublime hands

Thrust deep

That old grey, fleecy,

Hoody down

Right to leave

While the goings

Bad to bloody

Pointless

Black Sheep

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Chill falls fast on fingers,

weighty air,

stark draught,

feet echo shiny,

clicks in corridor.

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Still, stall stiff on collar,

chiding air,

bark wrath,

face grotto slimy,

bricks in cellar door

 

Roxy

A woman crossing a stile after the flooding in the Thames Valley, December 1915

 

Deep dark blue

Indigo Ink

Squids under

Black Seas

 

She crossed herself

hoping to die

how come she

ended up living

a lie?

 

A life sentence…

A death sentence…

A syntax of despair…

 

Quick smart snicker

Polka dot

Gypsy dancer

White skies

 

Kissed the red earth

Dying to live

Ended up dying

A truth

Wrecking Ball

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After the ball bounce

Ricochets back between eyes

Reeling in the ears

Stumbling, rumbling, thundering

Tenements lack confidence

Disorientated

 

Blitzed, razed,

Untenable

Ruins

Sigh out Loud

 

The urge to destroy is a

Creative Fiction

Born of turbulence

&

Friction

 

Dereliction of solemn

Duty.

Developers pursuing

Booty

 

 

The Compleat Works of Grimbeau

John Boohan of Kilbeggan

 

#1

What kind of fuel are you?

Wind, she replied,

What about you?

Paper

 

#2

 

When do they beguine

The beguine?

After the

#3

The night had

A thousand

Eyes

Ouch!

Nine hundred and ninety-nine

 

#4

Nights in White Satin:

Freezin’

 

#5

Young and green

Only seventeen

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#6

Who let the dogs out?

Who let them

in?

 

#7

And now

The end

Is

Here

Pianissimo

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Dark

 

It’s

Curtains:

 

Ambergris

Smattered lovingly

In rugged tapioca.

 

Curtains

Its

 

Bark

 

 

Opening Contraband to Steam Radio

Icky

scatty playful stuff

re-upholstered  Chesterfield

smell of damp camphor

we gathered round to listen

to desert island dusk’s waves

The Flurry

 

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Midday comes

in fast on

the flow

A whimsical whim

To suicide

Swim

Snow spasmodic

Frenetic

Chute

Unsettling till

Unsettled:

Gone