Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Poetry

Parsnip Worship Rosehip

firestarter

 

Transparently puny:

crouched, shifting, jumpy.

Sugar load mountain.

Spoon that spoonful.

Croon tune, fart of pixie.

 

Hammy line; Bambi-mine.

Sulk in silken mulch:

Gulchmen stacked neat

On Ass lawn by door,

calling cactus cool:

 

enter Geraldo reprising

Cucumber Rumba.

Clever blunder

Cast asunder syncopating

Generation rehydrating.

 

New Sarum

 

 

 

Klee

A faux

Universe wilts

on the mantel.

 

Up propped by

Gormonghastly

Candelabra

 

 

 

Further west,

kinda seaward

Gawdyfauve

Naive postcard:

 

At last!

Salisbury

Greets the coast:

 

Crumbledown,

Tumbledown

Cinque City

By the sea.

 

 

 

 

Kippers

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Wizard wheeze,

Morning wees

Sneeze on knees

and flippers

Chin and

Slippers

Doors of Deception

 

 

rank & file

 

Slurping milk stout

on a sensible,

suburban bench:

Asyl of sound

self-sacrifice.

If paradise is

half as nice:

tremolos

so sweet

‘More power to you elbow,

me old Mucker!

 

That’s just the ticket…

Sit down and make a stand!’

 

said Commissar

Commissionaire

pausing for chat,

‘ Where’s it at Comrade Cat?’

‘ Ain’t you heard, old fellow me lad

There’s one gone off

in Commercial St!’

Yes!…You Did!

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This morning…

 

I

spent

Reading, reading,

reading

my back pages

Wincing & chuckling;

embarrassed & confused,

dazed & amused.

Impertinent little jerk  

Shaking a dead man’s geraniums.

I am the guy who

wrote this shit

Am

I…?

 

This afternoon

Silence of the Hens

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Clouds bed

down easy

The chooks

make hush,

Throttled,

twoggled:

Nessum

Dorma

Chicken

Korma

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Connie is Cool

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Late afternoon,

an afternoon flouted,

another one.

Cooked a scrumptious

Stilton omelette.

Ate it.

Listened to Elvis.

The wonder of you.

Wondered.

Repeatedly beaten

by a Turtle.

Roamed the garden

finding fault.

Paused

For thought

Got caught

The Goss

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Nowt kicked off (or so I’m told)

The sad old Sun still tries

to muscle in

break out, break in…

and have you heard?

The latest scandal,

the last straw:

No buses to Mortgagetown on Sundays

(and Bank Holidays)…

And there’s more…

No peas for the wicked,

It is rumoured

the pigs had them with the lobster.

No respect, these types.

Dyslexics with a read only memory,

they say,

lack self-knowledge.

Read and

right and wrong.

  • Ooh-ah, Mrs!

 

 

 

 

Flawed Claude (the colour lampshade…)

1001

 

He’s up, he’s up…

he’s down again

Like a yoyo,

a rat up a pump

Or a fiddler’s elbow

Not coming

Nor going

Just up to…

What?

Runcible Spoon

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Those

Who stir

&

Runaway

Return to

Stir

Another

Day