Grimbeau

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Widdershins

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piles

This is it

Like a prairie

Far as you can see

One big

Bread Basket

Waiting to be cut down

Puzzles me sometimes

How they did it

In the old days

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Spillage

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beksinski2

I didn’t

do it

I wasn’t

there.

You

simply,

really must

believe me.

I know,

I know…

The blue blood

on the rug.

The breadknife?

Yes, it’s mine.

The body?

Okay. It’s me.

Now do you

understand?

I am not

Guilty party.

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Moonfinch (a tearDrop imPlodes…)

sumer goldfinch soars—
Moon suckles blood red orange
safe soft sofa snores
try hard to recall a smile
once glimpsed remains betwixt

On the Shieling Lawn

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End of Palm Mystery
Case closed post infinitum
Time for me hols
~
Refuel the battered keys
‘BFN—TTFN’: o F f
Formalities observed:
~
Put out blazing cat
Left in empty milk bottles
Turned up thermostat
~
Opened all windows and doors
Counter-counter espionage
Drones disguised as flies
~
Circumnavigate
Naff squiggly lampshade
Armed up to the teeth
~
And don’t forget
leave a smoking cadaver
on the shieling lawn

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comeuppances (Figary Hill)

Episodic enema soils domino all-knowing eyeliner, smelling rosy-posies, wrinkling up blue barley blaze, singing snarl laments, waving jolly rogers, two fingers up to bloody brutes, burning perfect pitch, atop vinegary hill, picture prayer card poseur priest issues old sago wind up cry—
‘gerrup yous lollabouts for I lead to clear catastrophe’
As a one they rise in confluence to flee the pungent smell of leatherpiss and rotten grapes. This done its home for tay and jallop, pen a ballad, and settle down snug to dream of giggling gombeens…thinks for dat either way, diss gift of liff, made a hames so far—
bad blood, bad houmous, yellow nile, burning figs…

So come Slocomb scrapping, conniving, bad smell rising, bicycles unchained are no more than scooters, technoprat, hence the n-name: Scooter Slowcomb, perpetrator of indecorous road rage and ragworthy ragout, romper stomper, heart of mould, broken nasal baritone par pestilence, snag buster, cringe maker by royal appointment to the House of Cheese & Biscuits
—lead us on a merry dance, big stink. Our souls need filling up with pink creasote and love apples. My tum-tum winks, my throats a slit. Lead on McDuff. Lead on!

Quince, loyal marmaliser heft a mighty wad. Big hearted and shortsighted as Lordy Arturo Pendraggin, pinch nose of mauve snuff, veruka and blisterine: one tough geezer, well rounded clap trapper, conviver, bonifaced spouter of drivelriddles, a Sucker for nourishment. World view contaminant or ripe plump pluckable legumes and succulence, thuswise rotunda temper thunder sunjugated by munch and prickle, keeper of the nipple, chanteur of logorythm of wife, Thermal Spottie Ars—
In for a penny, in for a mound. Shake fist and writhe, boyo Bucky. The ones got your gnome ennit! Let brittle commence, Fifthwith. Chard!

Knees up, tumbledown, grunties, spillage.
The rest is herstory…

 

Johannes Factotum

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mumsy

micropoems pinned

to treeblogs save our

planet from further

unnecessary clutter

green penknife trysts

etched on old tree blogs

eternally yours foresee

Tina’s coming very soon

so just dig it Dorothy

swallow the yellow brick road

ever remembering

neutron stars sleep all day

recharging batteries to

scintillate all night

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How tim(e): Flu

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10.39:

Will(ye) he or won’t he(yo)

(s)even minutes to fill (in)

Up:

10.51…

Figure(#13)

galleons up path

(garden)

next door garden

(path):

bubsy plump (courgette)

brunette (once a Princess)

(sails billow)

Slowmo

Sashay (imp)

eerious…

~

Eleven

occl’ock  oot (ta space)

Big: Aud(rey)-dyna (murphy)

Pot(ato)

e

(talkheadphtea

rdropexplode-ing)

Spot(re)ification

Erik (a) Satie

Seek peace (here’ll do pro-tempo)

& (furthermOREover)

Q(uie)T

PhhhewW

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long stretch…

sentence: ten years solitary :

sins against literature                                                                                                                     Cell No.Fifty-Eight:                                                                                                                                                                    ‘Come hither your time is up!’

Kiss emits a missing hiss,

crumble of balsa

deckchair crackling on dry tea-leaves,                                                                                             the sickly click of elbow

on homespun sugar and the tut-tut-tut of tongue come unstuck on dry  gob roof. Jackdaws! a spat on a chimbley stack silence.

deep breath. Ruby Murray urges go-go-go…woodpigeon bills arrive on time: wait for urgent reminders

picks up pin & writes:

Lubbock

 

 

 

 

Necropolis

Titanic_bell

 

 

Grmm-brmm-grhh-phut-phut
defective alternator
Frmm-frup-fripp-prit-purp
oh so smart technology
Quiz machines give up the ghost
Slope sullenly past joke shops
Magna carta hardly worth
This beermat it was written on
Cheap shot Modigliani
Horseface O’Hooligan
Simples McPherson, & good Queen Mob
Make up committees
Echoes drift down soggy corridors
Torched transit vans remove
Airport bereavement loungers
Fugees allover unknown world
Rumble through Hugh Grant’s bloomers…

unClear tHeRmO wAr(ph)f ayRrie:

crows - claudia mcgill

 

elecToral fAll ouT                                                                                                                     (eXtreme fey HoovaH-                                                                                                                         aTishoo! At issUe!!                                                                                                                                                  A Tissue!!!)
settEes gently All

aRound

(my HUt-n-TutT)
conStructive nOiseS                                                                                                                                                        (OMnes F-oFF!)
ecHoes in…

e.c. O’sHambles
scRumPLed Sand’s                                                                                                                                                         tOneD disneYlunTs
deR phoney war isT uBer
eLeveNth houR

(p)RepaRations
underwEggs fu:r

 

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