Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
August 28, 2014
Hobby Horse
Head: Hitting midday again,
Drugless and fagless,
my knees unmet. Took a fizzy codeine
about an hour ago and went
back to my bed: Head.
Tuned into
Janacek: Grosz salon folk dances,
berserkers in tuxedos,
dead eyed vamps: Head
Jazz age Thedas, crawling
Astaire way to Paradise,
Fatty Bugattis,
fat butcher’s chops,
Cops in yachts,
lindy bops, listless sops:
Head.
August 27, 2014
Puke Bag
Midday
Wafer thin ham, poached eggs,
& toast on the way.
The beeps, the beeps, the beeps…
it is afternoon!
Took a stroll around, saw what gives.
Shoulder pain.
Baked pseuds and garrottes
Accompany
The shrews for luncheon.
PC Plod enjoys his truncheon,
wielding it without compunction,
except of course in Rotherham
where no bugger gives a damn
about reports of
babes and sucklings
You fuck them up
We fuck them off,
Quite puts me off
The Strogonoff
August 27, 2014
Jomblies
Sloth, Banjo, and his wife,
Susannah
Had a nice time in Havana
Six flagons of gin,
made a right din –
came back without
their Pyjama
August 26, 2014
Arid Shrimp
Rolling slow
Tender toed
A lukewarm
Gecko prances
How heat chipped
Basalt pricks
All I want
is shade
All I need
is sun.
here comes a
fire hydrant
worth avoiding.
It rolls past
Haplessly
Can’t sea me.
August 25, 2014
Undertakings
Put out the cat
& the candle,
Phisss!
Meorghh!
Ouch!
You little-shit, Chuckles!
Go on, treat yourself:
Have a wee one;
Pipe up fresh warm coffee;
Collect new fresh water
from the uphill stream;
Turn off lantern tap.
Time to turn on Turtle?
Go make Myrtle Purple?
No, not now Nigel…
Laters:
Squeaks in Frongs
Three-In-One:
Shed
Instead proceed
moving forward,
leaning, faking
baby bader steps,
to the garden gate…
Vicinity & Beyond!
August 24, 2014
Bummer
13:27
Wasn’t
gonna
clock-in
again,
succumbed,
bum numbed:
What a pain
August 24, 2014
Moira
I miss Debussy.
Don’t fret!
There’ll be another one
Along
Soon
…L’Apres Midi d’un
Ondine sur la Mer…
I miss Debussy.
Don’t fret!
There’ll be another one
Along
in a minute
August 24, 2014
Parsnip Worship Rosehip
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.
August 23, 2014
Doors of Deception
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!’
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