Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: writing

Interlude

Sudden catharsis

Rooted to the spot

Catatonic subverters

Absent sense of direction

Can’t find my way out

Trial an error live and learn

Back to the drawing board

Fresh pens & pencils

Kitchen utensils

The galley slave goes to it

Cooking up a storm

Eggheads

When gargantuan

Exquisite imaginations

Once went to work on

A polythene egg

In a bubble car

There was a big bang

The rest is pre-history

Thommy Gunn

Radio Rotten Plays

Anarchy in the UK

Listen with Mother

To the World at One declare

The war is over

For the Unknown Soldier

So DNA traces reveal

Manners Maketh Man

Burnt offerings for the dog.

Still scrapless after all those ears.

Scavenged some roasted remnants.

There’s beans & fish ready to go.

Where’s the promised salad?

East of Neasden.

Abnormal service is exhumed.

*

Ate salmon, herbs, spuds, and runners.

Kitchen utilities roar as afternoon arrives:

‘Good Afternoon!’, it says

Still deep in morning,

I yawned a knowing smile,

returned a nod of greeting,

while slyly raising a hand

to hide the unswallowed fish head

I was sucking on.

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Afternoon stayed for a coffee and left

to finish the rounds

in time for evensong.

Endless Freeways

Take the scenic route

off the beaten track

the path less trodden

which way wherever

hang a left at the gibbet

& carry on rolling up

the road into one

neat spiral cylinder

ready for oncoming

vagabonds & traffickers

gormless stranded waysiders

gawping  as  I ride on by

Swept

Swept threadbare flimsy

Flakey faded Nepalese

Hand woven carpet

Once bold vibrant crimson

Scuffed trampled bare by

Indwellers interlopers

Casual and meaningful

Professional rucks

Transgressional muck

Careless and caring acquaintances

Dogs living and dead

Occasional wayward chooks

Cops, yobs, swabs, blobs, mobs

Tawdry transcendent

Embedded ephemera

windblown through the door

Chatman

Seems so-so silly

Sometimes saying something bout

Each and every day

Each little scratching of time

But that’s all there is

In these nowadays

Squealing on the ceiling

Sporting with forked lightning

Blundering with thunder

Damp Furnace

…today we got some moonshine

see through simnel rain

now we got some moonshine

smothered soused warm indolence

busted October flushes

sigh out cards face up

on the maple table

pot goes to Rainbow

Loons

Sleeve notes illumine

Verbal diarrhea folk

Anti-static wipes

Sought and found beneath

A pair of purple cotton loons

Harbouring homeless titmice

Making swell for winter

Sandmartins

Watch mercury beads

Scampering uncatchable

Infuriating frantic romp

Quicksilver incidental

Flashes resembling moments