Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Poetry

# Ate Dream

Marquez-14

 

Cheroot smoke

plumes and wisps

Effigy, Eulogy, Ecstasy…

Bingo!

In Thames Ditton

A drowned kitten

In your own backyard.

Smartphone spews

Headjuice on Muesli.

Tickly Cough

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Tidy,

half tidy,

untidy…

there is a

tidy in

Affairs

of Zen

 

 

 

Sad Moon Rising

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The day after the
day after wholesale slaughter

flyblown autumn gossamer
persists

stubborn as winter rowan 
becomes tonight

more trash to incinerate
sweet horse
chestnut 

We endure stale lavender

All the greens
become obscene

rude yellows stark
enchanted azure

No chance of heaven
at eleven.

As in the black night

a certificated

medic calls to say:

Life goes on without us

then just like glimpses

promptly disappears

 

Isis

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Just earlier,

Tomorrow

Bavid Dutine,

Decal smoother,

Said this to

unto me…

You are nearly a mural

Outrage!

Methunk

Of course,

I hit him with a passing Zucchini

& asked him:

Is this really any way to buy

Gas?

 

Housework

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Lunch upon

time used

every second

fecund

Sporting matching

bonnet and black, baggy

jumper.

Sweaty, seedy boxers,

and fresh Homer slippers.

Ready for inaction.

Frost

promised,

don elastic

cotton vambrace,

the day begins.

 

Lie, Bore…Tea?

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Connives

me,

Connives

me not.

Connives

me!

Mondrian Bungee

A view of the intersection at 5th Avenue and 42nd Street

Shorter

days means shorter lives.

Shorter

hours means shorter drives.

 

I scream man…

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Child ran out

excited with lolly, hit by car,

did not see, did not look,

hit and run,

ambulance,

call the cops…

 

…blood on road, rage and blame,

no punters,

don’t push it,

show respect,

after all,

under the circumstances,

no you don’t!

 

Just keep stumm,

play doggo, wait for cops,

not my day, never is,

seventeen nineties, fourteen nines…

 

To Your Health

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People that

Live in

stone

 

Houses ought

Not throw

glasses

Samantha

 

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Willow pith of  day

the slow chew,

stranded and dry,

 

just a whisper

of zest,

nearly a memory

or a whim.

 

A violin feeds

its newborn

villagers growl

at still

blue trucks,

 

the hedge wilts

orange wind noise,

washing line tilts

hysterical dervish

wishes for wishes