Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Poetry

Selling Stones

Skint obscurity!

Sold the toxic family

saliva to a spittoon.

Evil is the root of all bread

Refuse to perish on the vine.

 

Hurricanoes

Canoes & kayaks hurry past

buffeted by cataracts

in search of sweet asylum

way beyond a joke

a trope

a paradigm

nature’s cracking up

so it would appear

is everything else

Tired Eyes

ineluctable

just about covers it all

or would you say not?

Tool Bar

Orange speech bubbles

Need regular refreshment

Like imagination

Iffy Hours

Damn clammy, warm, irksome night,

big mall full of grievances,

trams of packed mania,

never reaching the end

cellars of odium,

vapid sapid entropy,

subterranean halogen

car parks full of winos

choreographic knife gangs,

dun roaming big time

noisy empty tenements,

emblematic anthems to

 blank random ignorance

Fields of Clay

mouthless eyes

unblinking

blank empty gazes

walking back to happiness

numbers grow

numbers fall

walking back to happiness

numbers fall

numbers grow

empty blank gazes

unblinking

eyeless mouths

walking back to happiness

Ickle Alf & the Apps

I wanna former tribute

Band to pay tribute to

Derivatives &

Influences since time

Immemorial

Tributes due to bands

Like Living Legends

That did what they said

Down in the Church of Love

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

Sure, you know what I Mean

Fish Supper

Before my very eyes

A unicorn became a trout

Strange November light

Portentous occurrences

Normal in the Mocking House

Toad

Under succulents,

through ripe soft sandstone squashes,

time wasting legumes,

warm dank hideaways,

copious, lush, dreek dark continents,

sluggish snail worlds,

violet leaf mould,

cloying noxious squelchy mulch,

luscious juicy plump larvae,

lush munchable delicacies,

scrummy fat spiders,

plump drugged bugs,

Toad completes his morning round

and

sated  on his stool throne,

his vicious tongue primed for purpose,

idly oozing unctuous

obnoxious gunge,

vile putrefaction,

puffing on a dead pope’s pipe,

already rubbed

attends to his correspondence

The Grapes’ Revenge

You know full well you

end up with piles if you force it

imbibe castor oil

wait for it to work

go where the spirit moves you

offload your worry and woe

clean up after you

& flush with success