Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Poetry

October 21, 2020

Carmine Vapours

Surprise visitor!
Ginger Rogers fresh from heaven
knock me down with a feather boa

give us a twirl then luv
‘aren’t you going to ask me?’, she said
Ask you what I close upped

Strong silent typography
‘How does it feels to be dead?’
She thinks I’m Peter Fonda

Poor love goddess,
They all go a bit
Sunset Boulevard

I give her my father’s best side
And flash the trademark
well-upholstered teeth

she smiled knowingly
We parted on the best of terms
It had not always
been like that…in fact never
quite like this before

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October 16, 2020

Dumping Ground


Rowdies from Cathay burst in growling 
oriental chainsaw rap about 
a cherry blossom spelling peril:
silver trembles gall on emerald leaf 
schisms split the sky wide open
rents increase on the picket line

flaked out in gauze tropospheres 
seek out sedation
sifting though space junk 
plunder in the sparse first light
chocolate rooftop silhouettes
opposite form a rhombus corpus
each a pollarded alp 
sprouting crumbly chimney stumps
decapitated toblerone
topped off by a crack'd pot daws
rigid khaki wrack stacks wobble precariously perched these jackdaws squawk and watch their stick burden cast away
down a crumbledown amblesided mountain
as if they were idle eagles 
Under which roof a
little fat boy wants out 

Cader Idris sizzles
protesting the right scree 
flurries overlap
to reek havoc & rage & rumpus 
prospect of an avalanche
confined to poxy screenplay 
dross deemed unfit for family fun
sat cross legged zapping seagulls 
winging blackbirds drives folks hopping mad
grinding anthracite briquettes 
coal shed solitary
modest refinement
converting them to coking coal 
hatching audacious escape plans
sudden urge to defaecate 
running out of temper
silence compromised by

HYACINTHS
Oh Calcutta coal shed…                                                                                                      Paradiddle raindrip on porchway
overflowing gutters—

an ardent dew fell overnight

Farley Hill rests in peace
The mossy pitch left to merge

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October 8, 2020

Smoothfield

Podeless in oblivion tis pureest natch dat travellers seeking succour find
’em has gorrabit of access to the mutternet if need be:
straw tenuous although that link may be.
thus a birra jigger-pokery is requiredto ob besties.
Second lockdown ja looks a cert.
I meekly flag up whysolation to The Big Surge?
Honesty is a policy best served coldy .
Sunny one out there.
Lads next door let of steam in the bobalink garden.
Here all is nessum dorma.
First smooth morning turdrum
Forged in loving memory
delivered with panache…
Wile chalking on the cobweb wall.

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October 6, 2020

Windbags & Old Lags

Below a bleak zoo
on an inhibited earth
where a bawd of directors
calls the shots
where the whitehouse turns to sickhouse
and cottage hospitals to cheap hotels
Sent an encrypted message to Trudi
eavesdropped by earwigs
who hang fire on the scrupulous
order to make picture houses shut down
as the Chessington Hippos
wallow in deep pink shallows
eavesdropped also by earwigs
chomping shallow blue tomatoes

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October 5, 2020

p…(Theseus’ speech in A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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passing tethered bailiff
dissuades intruders growling
salient lurid schoolyard echo carries
red grass flair amuses rhubarb white fluttery
kitchen display zinc top snake sheds skin to scoff
aloof on golden mountain
rare garlic chive dressing under weigh

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October 4, 2020

The Letter

Most excellent fellows, it
began in quill
and
ended in shocking pink
lipstick.
Cop this for a lark!
it went on
An unsettling new style
of composition
heavy with levity

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October 4, 2020

Optic

Optic
beseiged by famine
forgave the greedy eyes
of old aquaintances
they had not long to go
Optic knew
this was no time for
compromise or pity
he pressed on to the fish shop
under mackerel skies
noticing the toothmarks

on the grassy knolls
Optic felt the tremble

of distant puffing guns
They were nothing but savages
Optic stopped to pick a lemon
for the vinaigrette
from the Colonel’s orchard
He had no need of them any more.

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September 22, 2020

Penicillin Road

Photo by Artem Beliaikin on Pexels.com

Penicillin Road leads direct down cuts bores sheer faced defiles surges past boulders churns up dross meanders radical oxbow slides and haughty deft gallops sounding thunderous paces steadfast through otiose viscous varicose arteries drives insane veins through corny chicanes scorns resilient bunions & seedy jammy canyons cresting on horizon tendons defies confident ligaments cists shrapnel capillaries and fearful cataracts to the ulcerated sea off Old Toe Head which swathed in crinkly lint chinked modest amber sprouts bright by lunar astro-labelled lighthouse

Gumshoe sized hamstrung actors & two bit party players & an array of sundry stray intrusive otters snarl & bicker over muckbill platitudes to fodder fluster rashly squeezed bone girdled gossip mongers hawking meagre humble wares the morning after the dude who faked sincerity got shunned by indifference of all races, creeds and colons…

Lightspill occurred the back of four and happened just as Saul found out why the lucid coast of duvet moans in jest― Effluenza breeds Influenza. Who cares much these days is doomed
–Pass over that capsule and be an Angela, sweet thing.
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Broken News Dawn Patrol announces…Broken windows of opportunity get given three thumbs up should Halloween come pass without further unsavoury rice eruptions. Second waves pronounced the new first moonshoot by turd party arsonists sampling tea leaves humping hope to an amen beat meanwhile the last chance balloon leaves come dawn on vernal equinox as ethics girls in AI gets bunk up from fretful plutocrats with more money than funny. Glass and concrete truth domes full of ratfinks. Peasant slaughtered by boy racer monarcho in Star & Garter Gigtrap. Town of Richmond mourns behind closed doors
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Ten finger professionals occupy space set aside for cheetahs in transit. Stare out these days through shopfronts displayed on handheld flymo gizmos. All shapes and sizes filed under laudable applaudable. Feasible exercisers strain not yet no sinew. Spineless fatigue pandemic sighs. Vagrant anchovy the mule abjures. Profligate cartwheel takes rap for cold snap. Sidelined on the margin: peripheral.
If this is true~ What follows…Huh?
Well shod gunshot rider racer royally rides roughshod over outriderless enfeebled citizenry mowed down in broad daylight snobbery
Third June Thursdays don’t get much longer in the short run
Search engines rise with suns to take you down you guessed it:
Penicillin Road

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September 21, 2020

The Shopping Forecast

Red berry cider and barbiturates
take me through the hours of darkness
shelling peas by moonlight,
harvested by these the very
hands that plucked them from the eiderdown yesterday
When I was kneehigh to a grasshopper.
After the triumph dispersed
tasked by the vocal authorities
with counting the torsos
of mutilated amazons

strewn across the coffee table
and stacking up
alphabetically by impure chance
ready for removal and despatch
to the far flung corners
of this expansive empire of dirt
‘Save them’
screaming from the chimpden.
Perry Coma did not show
Later we got the whisper
he’d scarpered with the tweed
to live the life of Reilly, Ace of Spies
in Bongo-Bongo Land
where mighty whities rule the roost
hidden in a hodful of porridge
under a suede pergola

Hushed up like a rat after
pissing on fresh linen
do-it yourself dentists
risk a sharp intake of plague spore air
instead of the cold spring waters
All in order to live
for fifteen days and to
regret it for an eternity
spent knitting in a holding pattern
over a smouldering pile
of troubled rubble

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September 18, 2020

Dido & Aeneas Bust

…so they posted all marked
‘Return to Sunder’ and wiped up the wine
stains on the amphitheatre
Dumped the crap on the ancient garbage heap
festooned with the memory of abject voices
moaning on the tundra
A frail insouciance emerges while scrolling down for snippets
to tempt you into a look ma no hands
its me alone before a suspect device
that makes me feel
uncomfortable pouring out my soul
like this online bleeding
out in public on anonymous lockdown
streets in full view of the lonely
avenue where Junior Wells plays harp to passers
by who look up in curiosity only to
discover a chancer with delusions of grandeur
in a panama hat sucking toothless
gums for tasty titbits after an obstinate
chip of stale pitta induced spluttering and panic
before being washed down with a gulp
of cold Columbian coffee then a twinge
in the middle finger
whose name is forgotten
next to the index and ring
on the left hand so what is the right little sad
if nameless call it unknown soldier
close to one of two little piglets

What to play on a rainy day?
Indoor or outdoor games of the mind…

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