Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Poetry

Self, self, self…

I’m

Waiting for my lunch

I’m

Waiting for my lunch

Went in the kitchen

At twelve of five

Marinade the fish

Chopped up the chives

Like Lilian Gish

I’m

Waiting for my lunch

Move it on!

Air Raid

That was a big one!

Said the lungfish to the lung

twitching on the floor

no word of a lie…

Twelph-thurty summat

Finds Us

Rocking away on various

Salad leaves, rocket, chive, spindle,

giant salmon tickled pink

Small Jonah Codd,

and a good shurp of

Dial-a-Lie-Schmoliticks.

Sure

The Brother will sort it out,

I’m as sure as eggs is eggs.

Time for wine & shut windows.

The airing of the stench is done.

Were you made aware

Stale air oxidises in mist?

Much like cobwebs &

everything else that springs

to mind at this wild juncture

Bark

On an airplane

Jefferson

craving Somebody to Love

Unilaterally

Declared Independence

& filed for divorce

Citing licentiousness

Marty Balin & Grace Slick

Took purple berries

Before disembarkation

Pop

The missing fusilier

Found in barrel metal

Forensic analysis

reveals went by the name of

Dudley Ballistic

Gloomsday

Night never rose today

Seal grey fog stayed leaden stable.

No substance makes no shadow.

Dank medieval fenland

Hereward awoke querulous

looked out and went back to bed.

All was wail and screech in the marsh,

water-coloured pitch dispersed

left smudges on  green mantles

invisible coded inkstains

lit by enfeebled

disconsolate torch fires

floodlit groaning Ely

hill fort candlemas

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Dangling Dan

Obese prose gets up my nose.

Tired mired strife.

Ilex waxes lyrical.

Auric mistletoe glisters.

Golden branches hang heavy

sporting strange distended fruit.

The crooked bishop dangles.

A burdensome encumbrance

takes his final bough

eleven aside

opaque gelid mist

dead souls stumble homeward bound

old grey thistle vest

Winglessness

The last man in space

double locked the shuttlecock

in case of burglars

looked up dreamily

blew farewell kisses to the

cerulean canopy

Interlude

Sudden catharsis

Rooted to the spot

Catatonic subverters

Absent sense of direction

Can’t find my way out

Trial an error live and learn

Back to the drawing board

Fresh pens & pencils

Kitchen utensils

The galley slave goes to it

Cooking up a storm