Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: Postcards from Today

Monkshood!

warm rainfall in the liturgical woods:
plump homely droplets
out of old potatoes
–olive galoshes

how strong the hay smells
turn me into your shadow
progress is glacial slow
–love every second

Plague Whale

Lost half the month already
to seasonable sloth and extreme frost,

torse spores shimmer in moonlight
two cats watch blackbirds re enacts a dogfight

Over the Solent
a robin watches on from the cankered sill
of a cedarwood pergola

The battle for britain is back to stay
with the plague world looming
how many more times can i respond?

Going the last inch at the drop of a hat
Dog tired at eight-thirty hurts

Threadbare

1
Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed
cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,
coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux
of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,
sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,
the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now
Withered

2
The once sure folk have fled, melted and mutated,
The meek ones headed for the hills, they crouch
and mooch grumpy, sucking stale breadsticks
in their holes, the old caves and calcified barrows.
The diehards fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –
smouldering stockyard bone stooks stand pyrrhic
Edifice

3

With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,
Ever abhorrent of void it convenes
Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,
Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle
a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:
You are only as good as your last, worsted
Algorythm
_

Threadbare Phantasm

1
Worsted, Tweed, Galician calicos, reamed
cotton screed, diaphanous silks, dour,
coarse linens, Chinese screen tableaux
of mislaid epochs, safe and unsafe tapestries,
sad stacked in the old mead hall, the conference centre,
the hubristic hub of soft arrogance now
Abandoned.

2
The once sure folk have fled, melted or mutated,
The meek ones headed for the hills, where they crouch
and mooch, sucking on stale breadsticks
in their shell holes, caves and calcified barrows.
The diehards who fought foolhardy rear-guard actions –
smoulder in stockyard bone stooks stand pyrrhic
before the Sacrifice

3

With the Labyrinthines gone away, nature is displeased,
Ever abhorrent of void it convenes
Bison, heck, leopard, eel and titmouse,
Louse, curlew, ptarmigan, to settle
a modus of repair. They soon conclude the obvious:
You are only as good as your last, worst
Aberration
_

Swinish Multitudes Arise!

Grimbeau

back 2

Let us pause for smoke and prayer…

Teeming sardines in the Arab Sea

A billion starlings over the Fens

Sensing food and predator.

Poor old religion gets another lambast

Courtesy of these withered digits

Hens in the back are revealed as angels,

a blackbird coyly juggles rats

Louche, pleasant, twisted opiate dreams.

The bayou shoulders slow magnolia

Grits for slow, big, muddy river that quivers

Magnificent regardful like a python

Weighing up the yearly weenie

…in the Jacuzzi of good and evil

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Windbags & Old Lags

Below a bleak zoo
on an inhibited earth
where a bawd of directors
calls the shots
where the whitehouse turns to sickhouse
and cottage hospitals to cheap hotels
Sent an encrypted message to Trudi
eavesdropped by earwigs
who hang fire on the scrupulous
order to make picture houses shut down
as the Chessington Hippos
wallow in deep pink shallows
eavesdropped also by earwigs
chomping shallow blue tomatoes

p…(Theseus’ speech in A Midsummer Night’s Dream)

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passing tethered bailiff
dissuades intruders growling
salient lurid schoolyard echo carries
red grass flair amuses rhubarb white fluttery
kitchen display zinc top snake sheds skin to scoff
aloof on golden mountain
rare garlic chive dressing under weigh

The Letter

Most excellent fellows, it
began in quill
and
ended in shocking pink
lipstick.
Cop this for a lark!
it went on
An unsettling new style
of composition
heavy with levity

Dido & Aeneas Bust

…so they posted all marked
‘Return to Sunder’ and wiped up the wine
stains on the amphitheatre
Dumped the crap on the ancient garbage heap
festooned with the memory of abject voices
moaning on the tundra
A frail insouciance emerges while scrolling down for snippets
to tempt you into a look ma no hands
its me alone before a suspect device
that makes me feel
uncomfortable pouring out my soul
like this online bleeding
out in public on anonymous lockdown
streets in full view of the lonely
avenue where Junior Wells plays harp to passers
by who look up in curiosity only to
discover a chancer with delusions of grandeur
in a panama hat sucking toothless
gums for tasty titbits after an obstinate
chip of stale pitta induced spluttering and panic
before being washed down with a gulp
of cold Columbian coffee then a twinge
in the middle finger
whose name is forgotten
next to the index and ring
on the left hand so what is the right little sad
if nameless call it unknown soldier
close to one of two little piglets

What to play on a rainy day?
Indoor or outdoor games of the mind…

Parlyhouse

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Slept too long and late it seems
awoke in plague dry springtime
when it dawned on me
it was sleek midwinter
a white island volcano clears its throat
in ducal disapproval
at such ignorance in Plenty Bay
and sends five hikers to their eternal reward
they perished on the non event horizon
for all black holes must eat eachother in the end
no doubt a pompous rumpus will ensue
in the Parlyhouse on the way back down
is this the best that can be done before
a cruel soul sacrifice is ordered?

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