Grimbeau

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Vellum Quarto

Grimbeau

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Leafmould

The page is made

on wood

Chopped, chipped, pulvered,

Mushrooms

Mulched and Rolled

Morning stretch

Decal edge refined

Yawn

Cut down to the right size

Behold your adorable

Face

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The Gaze

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…that odd time of day that tells;
inbetwixt engagements;
neither fish nor fowl
grace the dinner table;
when night falls we shall be gone
Pith! Sweet deity. Kind moiety
body and soul of livid wit
customizing scandal
scandalizing custom
mirror written cipher reads
upside inside out…
oo my fucking head it span
before the lockdown fixed my gaze

Splendid Insulation (Broiled Leaf & Parrots)

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Script aborted so far soso …soo l o n g
…a viral sun shines, oily laurel spangles silver as i prowl, as i twitch divine…trust we not this internet no more?
all is invalid, up for gropin grabs, oleaginous scabs, starched collar bones
those boot boys over there
on the corner milling
looking out for trouble…

The devil is under contract
making work for Israel Hands
Isolating rubies; doing dirty dishes
periwinkling on the sandbar
thinking don Corleone
Hoofing like George Raft…

Script rejected so what nono …soo s o r r y
…a spiral moon climbs, jolly crayfish gambol as I scowl, as I down incline…trust we not this flannalette no more?
Solace fey pallid, paltry vague wan, soft focus close up
Cheroot glows straddle water
Silhouettes on ceilings
Candelabra kneeling

Wall St Imbiss

Grimbeau

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Watched the Stasi throw
a number of people
in the sea green trabant van
while we discussed the events of 89
them call our outfit ‘Tinkletoes’ and share
unbounded optimism
for no apparent reason
with suspect passing strangers

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Chew it & Pooh It (Hoards of Babylon)

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Containment breeds estrangement

I hear you hearing
remember me
when mothballs hatch
in the secret pocket
battleship
of your
psyche

Todd Sloane

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End of day
at close of play
staying put
for night cap
to help
send me to a sleeping more sublime
I fell into a fever and thought myself a flea
transmitter in the lapel
of a diseased bailiff
transmitting gruff sweet nothing
about property and theft

On Hearing the Last Episode of Joseph Andrews…

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Lady Booby pulled it off, little cough, wet ruby. Joseph guite beside himself refused to do his duty
Struck out alone but came beck home tail between his legs, quaffed sordidly on gallantry in the
company of dregs. The moral of this story is from gentry girls relent should you cherish freedom
and ludic punishment…

On hearing the last episode of Joseph Andrews realised by wireless on a bright spring day cloistered
in the cell, self isolated for fifteen years since the old queen quit. A Question of succession pervades
a land locked in the spasms of seasonal upheaval, spring camps on the doorstep don’t take no for
an answer…

Sylvia Simms went off into one of her deep dark funks at the mercantile type. The middling non
entity, crouched behind the barb and sheriff. Will Kempes plausible frailty of the restless ester fallen
on hard times, the implication of conspiracy to maim by neglect, she saw Lydia being drawn in to
an an act of human kkindness with alarm. What of her plans? She wrestled hard for a long bare minute.
Were five legs better than one.She grew tense and nervous. Said nothing…

Beat this into shape, make it ship shaped, a Bristol fashion, ultimately flawed by contradiction and
and by surround sound, drowning in drab pastures, talking small to a comely dyke. From faerie ring
to turdstool callow, weathers of life a plenty. There was a time when this was how it would be was
invented. Making the highway you home has extremes of variety. Water has always flowed underground.
Same as it ever was. You cannot step into the same river twice.

Coriolanus

 

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Just seems shameful like
I tried and fooled about for the best part of an era
give or take a mock heroic epic or two
as an epoch took fright & lurched back
slunk off in search of collective anonymity
I nimbly skipped on past tackles
sidestepping young bucks
playing tough on no future
beyond the shocking now

wild carding sub conned dubious umbrella firms of ill wind repute
Memorized each one in order
sidling up for the holy drop come elevenses
stopped it and plunged
into teeming bramble, inhabited by cunning stingers, vicious barbs.
Coldt vaincautious glances
fiound eye contact declined

Fad spiralling down dizzy alice selfies
smiley vultures congregate below
soon to part at the pace of a plummet
bumping into roaming spheres
before the forgotten fear of falling
came back with a sten gun

pulling out is no easy ride
boiling hot flesh pies
melting under withered skin
losing conchshell round the bend
rockaby snugly safe under silky
green envelopment

It had beeen slow to warm of late; outswung at the end of a rope
freeze framed close up grimace accompanies blank stare blurred
spectators showing off counted marbles queegly in queer kilts spun
while spooning honey most generous on steaming farls, fell into
a nanocoma and emerged from it a cinque port of my choosing.
Kent was my now my oyster. It could have been the world to me.

In the beginning was the end and that is the long and the short of it.
One finds out sooner or later Walking on mirrors is not all its crack’d up to be
Call me Aphoristo: Anything but Egg ; Housebreaker Bong-Daly
toed the party line without spoiling her nail varnish. Like Beryl Reid
said, it was all about the shoes, which in her nasal snob spoof voice
came over as ‘Shooze’. Why bitch? We’re all just as bad as one another.
Everyone dies ugly.

The swings and roundaboutsm, the ups and downs, the ins and outs, the snakey ladders in thick
toffee nylons, that wretched sound of rasping fingernail. Feverish and seeing things, brain baked by
sandfly.What happpens if i drink that orange squash i puked back up in the tumber? Could have guessed
I suppose. Be grown up grab the first thing and cover it up. Precocious uptaker of examples, trialing
and erring. Pea up the nose; head in the clouds; flying twice nightly low over ratruns.

Doors

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The noose was too loose, the trap door was stuck.
‘Lydia Steptoe, you are by dint of serendipity, free to roam the earth, jejune and fancy free’
The voice removed the sack. It was Mr Kipling.
‘James Hayter?’
‘None other’ said James Hayter, glowing with avuncular warmth
‘Are you pulling my leg?’ said Lydia.
‘No, dear lady. The rules are clear as custard tarts. Now off you trot, and sorry for the cock-up.’
James Hayter doffed his manky indigo topper and indicated the door marked ‘Exit’
The lights went orange. The cluster of onlookers began to hop on their right legs. Lydia stepped down from the rickety scaffold and scuttled toward the door. Before pushing the bar she turned
‘For what was I condemned to hang, James Hayter?’
‘Wasting court time with mediocre card tricks’
‘Seems a bit harsh’, she thought nodding mock penitence

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Survivals

GLASS CEILING

 

 

 

A floorboard squeaks, a muffled cough, a lid shutting.
Shut the blinds and windows
wait for the knock on the door
One will come along
when the fun begins
Could take a week or two
These things often do
Grow a second skin
Give up life for Lent
Wash your hands of the matter
Turn the other cheek
inner fires burning
suddenly depressed
Grey supulchral dawn
no floorboard squeaks
no muffled cough
lid still down
ride on

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