Lie, Bore…Tea?
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: Journal
August 12, 2014
I scream man…
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…
August 12, 2014
To Your Health
People that
Live in
stone
Houses ought
Not throw
glasses
August 12, 2014
Samantha
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
August 11, 2014
Snug?
Ate and was
on my own
faraway
lackaday
blownaway
Comfy Love?
Big thing asks
me questions – why?
Windshine
Shush-hours
Perfection!
Quote…Unquote follows
So do I?
Yes, I am cold.
How did you guess?
So, to bed after
food and fumigation.
The heavens
piss stones.
An internet crashes.
I get up
A head of steam
radio
July 29, 2014
Richard & Alexander
So…
It is not clever to be clever Dick
It is not smart to be smart Alec
And…
It is not clever to be smart Dick
It is not smart to be clever Alec
Or…
It is not smart to be clever Dick
It is not clever to be smart Alec
Whatever became of Dick & Alec:
Tragicomic or Comitragic?
Grimbeau 