Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Journal

Thesaurusitis

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Bribed my memory

To serve me well for a while

Let’s see what happens

The Swim

plunge

 

Refugee bodies

Respectively estimated

Around two hundred

Mass exodus proportions

Rio de Janeiro fishes

Ahead in the polls

Twenty sixteen Olympics

Might be a stinker

Climate change to blame

Too many fish in the sea

Like men

Most worth throwing back

World in terrible chassis

The Quandary

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Is there fur will, yes or no?

a bald dog hollered.

Finger shows telling

ghoulish tales of reading

after dark descends

the staircase bearing scissors:

The Barber of Free Will

Design for Loaf

This-Is-What-You-Shall-Do-poem

On days like these…

climb up trees

worship iguana

axolotls go a long way

sometimes wear pyjama

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Always remember…

The sound is always

preferable to the furies

Slumbers

ears

 

Take it easy my fine fellow.

Let the air breathe you.

Cliché-ville in two hours!

Originality

requires effort not force,

focus not hocus pocus.

Step outside your omphalos, Carlos.

See the world as same as us.

Cavalcadenza

retting the sun

Three raspberry tulips

Wag antic bulbous splendid

Ice wind defiance

Indoors trembling spectator

Whisper sweet chastisements

At lost sensibilities

Cropdusting

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One departed Eye

Farted violet nonsenses

Some left for the coast

Thurd

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Because the Night

belongs

to Hoover

because

the Night

belongs

to

Hooves

hawk wood perilo

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Eleven says elevenses

Sparrow hawks zap doves

Avocado scavenger

Swallows down anger

Punches duck egg wall

Black and blue tears well

In anthracite light

Rite

flishuff

 

a face full of kites & whites

all plot lost to angst

Sorted out my window sill

Nothings mission crept

anguish swept away substance

stupid hat cant rant

House of Teeth beneath

The North face of The Ogre!

Daily melanoma gobshites

West of Eden seething:

bleeding all the way to the tank…

 

 

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day dawns grey pink crazy haze

dream genie quits bird for bottle

torpid rush hour to Squit City.

slow sleepy jet trails backward.

Solitary blackbird yawns

when you have read this

check top of head for gaps

Yes?

You just did a pome

No?

Better luck next time