Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Poetry
July 17, 2017
Sumer
Seven times seven
Two o one seventh seal
Leaven run leaven
bitter peace odd
Plain paper
Salt’n’pepper aeroplane spray season cropdust brown breadfruit flies wilt
“Abolition of Stigma? Come loosen ties familial Amen”
Sacrum pelvic hip
thigh shoulder neckties
kerchief!—Bless yooh
P os tur e:
He impostah
P a I nt…pretty pictures
Blue skies blow flowered fish fungus—eek!
A booogie Man bo-Jangles
A fall comes before
Pride’s purgatory
Open mind’s eye
Crusty pastry (goosy waxy gander berry
under bramble hairy apple green)
pale greeny gooh burr
prickler perickles tckles trick
dwell within whiffin
well without a care
where trespassers will be will be
all eye & no fireball
swimming in the night lake
blind sensual dreams
periscope up—Orion
touch of water nymph
rupetition-fourteen hours some put in, every day, in and out
(lucky if you get fourteen seconds) scared of being hurt because it hurts
& short of sight to boot
Might get lucky never know
Serendippy to do’s—that kinder ding
Bound to disappoint infirm choices seen one—where? Over there… On the box in the cornea, thought emulate tit (could do worse) trial & error nitro-glycerine boombagabang copycat bummer
Now this makes no sense
at a l l at aw l
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Best us wrens kip sat after
Dudley Nightshirt shotgunned the shack
—caught one red headed delve in
bonny wee twiglets, reconnoitring
corpus delicti & vestibule—
Wilko sarge he go ape:
‘bopdowopdowappsit…’
clinging onto balls noddily:
no nimcompoops plea-
knee apply within—
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Marquees of Sausagemeat
apply unction thin over
disaffected aria—
mixxed upp massages
grate in translations
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Scrotal yet anecdotal,
pip sick tomato saucy—
sweetmeat, sweetest meat goonight
All is clarified
~
Come heel tether haunt
Olly gottaway golightly gained employ
as vomitarian runespotter &
extremist Meeist
wit therapissed tendancesteps
bad end up in Wigan:
~
sin tears roll up slow
repaint at leisure
whiter shaded white for the job
whitecat in a White coalhole
dixieland seduces self
to larkin stock
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flogging mustard wallpaper
Windmill mausoleum looms
large as lickstick on yer dolor
came inthru the bathroom dimbo
wipe it off as we know well
smudgenessabunds
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Close run think
Teensy infringement most myna
Bled squealing before Beak
not a snowballs open and shat case
he Fort hehohi jump
Hot coals
well odd hades
kitch art sloogs kino
Mistook thine identity for a Hut
sillus-billus: strato dimbus
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Hit me with yer walkin stick wood yer?
Gibbon half a branch wood eye!
All Hull prison den broke loos
the rest is septic tanka
Eno Scruples hopped on
options not without limpets
Ted Unidexter RiP—
man of the Right right peepul peep’ole
in da no dontyaknow
Played a blinder on outsider
for a purple sprout—
What fang’n’gnomes whirr add!…
~
Seems this heads off some
Where else?
Forthwards heretowith rockin
to and fro for as long as
we decide what forever is
July 16, 2017
The Ups and Downs of Shelving
Woke in satanic
Disarray
Head left lolling on carpet
Overflowing tumbril nearby
Recurring nightmare
More daytime television
Born on Bastille Day
Somehow inevitable
Both folks Irish Republicans
Marie Antoinette Dignam
How she hated cake
so did her parrot:
Madame Guillotine
July 16, 2017
Tally-Ho-Ho!
The Sunday Hunt gets off in foible, bloodfeud & birdshit·mild panic ensued over still waters ·quelled a relapse into hell· then half thought it over-
applied soothing silver slave, deployed a magic plunge, ointed it with ju-ju leaves & sat & waited till cries abated watching England fuck up at Trent Bridge—
forgive him for his gaping wounds old chap he suffers from tsunamis— gotta to getta grip Odette· crushed velvet gauntlets of three hundred one armed bandits sit before me egging me on —
up you get face a newbie — car chokes back coughs old farts depart—no gumtree for old man early worm catches bird off guard—watch it you—getting displacement wobbles· and the night—what of it?
up ever three times
experience tells us so
pees foreshadow poohs· but seriously!
Errant on the side of caution
What garbage Mistah Torrent—
object of intent obscure scotch bonnet mist on Loch Drongo
(one that never lifts it seems)—put the ball in the right area
—hard work when you only know the left areas—
process pit of imagination
pure dredgery
through all the detritus
litterbug droppings denote
previous expeditions—
swimming Annapurna? Yep
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at last resort-read hardback book
select
‘Occidental death of an Onanist’
By Edgar Rice-Krispies
smirk cyno-cryptically
recounting quest to find
two thousand year old Egg
preserved in catnip
Dr Living-Room one presumes
—She part man part wheelchair—
crash landed on alfalfa centauri
hurled out at hi speed
jaw jut headstrong altitude
plaid exuding quirky confidence
made noodles fine as angel hair
not that many knew that side
hid light under a bushel
aware it would soon burn out
burnt rice paper lanterns
July 15, 2017
Hail & Fair Well
Ice bullets warm hearths
Hailstones pop, fizz, weep
Shiny clean wet coal
Catching slowly touch or go
Fetch some sugar just in case
Leave it by the poker, pan & brush
beneath the withered leather strap
shire horses lugging last
Hear hail turn to rain
Slugging back brown ale
belt & braces moleskin holster
evidently hard case nut picks up
cards & throws them down
pulls on an unlit passing cloud
gets taken for a mug last
clever jape double cross
real time vicar in disguise
suggests a hand of rummy
stage door bursts open
sneak thief of baghdad slopes in
seeking compensation
finds sweet zilch available…
on the wall a portrait winks
card table uproar erupts
July 14, 2017
Jam Sandwicj
we need a plan—a good plan
to get where we want
to be apart from not here just now
says who (and whose army?)
el Cid from Broadstairs downstairs
from far beyond the grave—why he
so macabre, sardonic, cheap
& nasty to boot
That’s not to mention stupid, obnox
& quite honestly sick
Nobody needs your shit—they got enough
of their own on their plate to be
getting on with to…
What about free diamonds-
free diamonds—
no questions asked
Diffo kettle altogetha
mon ami—diffo kettle alto
So
lightnin’ struck Hopkins
thrice in the barn loft conversion by the charnel house bedside the windowless birdcage
You cannot miss it if you dare look up—
spin the bottle
In Peckinpah slowmo
Nighflight entertainment central
Regular as fireworks
They could all be actors—of course
Just like voices that ring out on the radio
One big Mike Leigh slice
We need a map from here to somewhere else
To get where we want to
be apart from not here just now
—a map from here to somewhere else
To where, for what, with whom?
Winchelsea. Samphire. Pickles.
July 14, 2017
ChoreoGrafitti
While sat below a while ago—before I got the milk in came a great relief—heard a bell ring in heaven
a landlord got its wings—
a very rare event indeed.
About that time, awareness rang up left a voicemail— warm sound
easy gift wrapped me up, perplexed it now felt safer
spinning round,
I trusted again—cautious winds ceased—less tension in my upper back,
the legs grew longer, my ankles suppler, more alive—all in all a new level, no
final plateau as I had feared,
another stairwell to paradise opened— this is how:
a kiss of appreciation and a big hug in hard times can do, seems
it is never too late.
Never over till it’s over —these gifts are fine and
rare for the baited bear—how the
society of others stinks—no purse
strings attached this time—caring for a living corpse—a body of opinion—
getting bitter twisted now go forgive your memories—
they know not what they do—do you?
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Smoke goes up dog farts open tent flap—next door neighbours mirror bin
retrieval antics—what does it all mean?—disapprobation of sloth—
spherical tantrums—looking for trouble· now why would that be?
—questions crowd in thanks to dog farts—how myths are made—
Quite by chance inspiration—since walking was a sin—when death
came knocking at the door to collect protection money with menaces—
sunshine and birdsong—men’s semiotics—all foreign affair
gnomes observe great tits concealed by crimson tropical cactus—
Carmen Miranda shuffles across the veranda with a giant panda
shaking a wicked maraca—must be yes we can day of the dead—
four idle prisoners evicted from prison for crimes against the state
—don’t charge in like that—all the time it takes in the world is what it takes—never say die just stop going on—
and start all over again or else—stop wrestling adolescence—
it wins out every time…
July 14, 2017
Wenceslas! He Dead
Kiss my fetid arse, he mock Royal Family chortled,
and muttered chagrined at the Shrewsbury Six,
the Famous Five, and the silver sixpence
he always found coz he kept it in his waistcoat pocket.
He won’t get it this year. After all, it’s just
a feastday afternoon in the middle
of deep, dark december- a bit of fun.
So riot and dissemble, be not alone,
think of the others who have mice for family,
dining daintily on nice nibbles while
fellow peasants crave more presents and
pudding. So much to do and so little
time. Time to get it right. Just right. Surely,
that’s life after all is said and done.
A fuss about nothing, just sage & thyme
stuffing around since this time last year,
a plateful of woe, a glass full of tears.
And Uncle Norman’s toast.
Bless him.
‘Glaze your arses and roast myrhh hadyustate!
Cheers, my…
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July 13, 2017
Ellis Island
His wife,
his daughter
On the game.
Flooded delta:
Monsoon rain.
Eye catches Ad:
‘Give us your whores,
Your puddled masses’
Should have gone to
Evening classes.
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