Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
May 6, 2019
Convenience
…in the city we are a stone’s throw from San Francisco and care not for the consequences we are devil may care trusting our personal belongings to strange looks waiting for the call to take our last chance at paradise
April 30, 2019
Ain’t no Burn in Hell
Hooker’n’Heat at the Toady Prom
Feeling has gone memory stays on
Rampant maple leaves appear
like marigolds in moonscapes
rising through the morning mist
when i pull the cerise drapes
and play the damn fool blues
drinking in the morning news
Breath:
Two fingers below omphalos
like the past a foreign country
in myrtle overgrown persists
Served my time in solitary
let that boy boogie woogie
April 19, 2019
Banged Up Blues
Tippett grumbles tweely
wormwood scrubs
confined to barracks
shakebog blitzed crude argot wine
floorsuck sonic toe wipe shine
invasion swots up Apenine
blue wasps stumble coarse scree
try too too hard to please yourselves
please no-no-no-no one
capricious Amy said with zest
war begets a war in jest
April 16, 2019
The Wait
Cold sat out
Came back in
Still no wiser
Path well swept
Saviour friendly
April 13, 2019
Almond Bread
When teeming starlings
And tinned sardines turn as one:
curve, swoop, whorl, climb, volte face,
swimming wind and tide,
predator and grub driven,
fear and hunger breed
insecurity in numbers
April 11, 2019
uberwench
yellow butterfly spotted
round midday
while at this table
doodling
out the corner of my eye
hung around
a flittish jiffy
lime yellow
now i think of it
over by the back window
April 7, 2019
Equality of Light
such (like what?): Canaries squawk–no rest for them wicked keep on rolling thought Ole Man Ripper he just keeps strolling along. Faith.Yellow light fog ( seamanship unsure?)
Hornblower amid ships squints tall trees concluding even toffs must open up windows fusty (droops the feathers, Capitano?) A Gustless fug shivers my timbre Cheese & Pickle bagatelle (relabelled past sell buy?) ingested in haste mad reasoning
sometimes draws strangled conclusions (Aargh)
April 3, 2019
nineteenfiftynine
Entropy it ain’t
What it was in oakum picking days
gray gabardine mack brigade days
ban good bad book days
dour doris day days
we were never young at heart days
four wild horses dragged us nowhere days they do not serve who also stand and wait days
March 30, 2019
Cold Waugh Hero
gilbert pinfolds atlantic passage to dystopia
wherein the voyage out reveals
irksome narrators foibles,
craven preoccupations,
a hot chili chicken lover
struck dumb by loop news
finds a mojo groove
warped up in diss nonsense
eat your soul for breakfast roll
into the wild blue stumbles vintage hurricane
misfiring engine heads for london town
flypast for the old queen
who managed a movement today
may not manage tomorrow
mot preparations all but done
pulled the blinds and switched off
gorgeous springtime afternoon
light fantastic air
Grimbeau 