Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: writing

Night of the Daemon

Under tree mad vistas

Wind ruffled brutal sages

Earthquake shuffled riders

Canopies crow shadows show

Scooped Caligari canyons

We shake and thrill as grinning

Scrofula eats violets like puma

Oak Chest

 

gruvet

Mid-seventies pro

situ critiques of critiquers

half-torn narky junky rags

heaps and hefts of twaddle

drafting epic wotsits

arcane metabollox

sure to knock Ulysses

into a cocked hat

(hanging on the wall)

unfinished ineffable

absurdist dramaturgy

mad philosophers

with haunting names like

Coathanger & Toothbrush

Wires, cassettes, paperclips

And two holy matching socks

The Furry Quean Pt 48

Comes a stridency

Maple red blue Marigold?

Andy Pandemonium

Cokeface John de Lorean?

Sweet half-shut portal wizards

Punic rubric shapeshifter

Walking on thin lice

~

Shirty as a dirty spaceship

Compromising time

The rights and wrongs door-slam

Undermine indifference

Blue disregarded others snigger

 

 

 

The Furry Quean

Wait on noonday

Open the wine cap

let it breathe in escape

emancipation

~

I think I am tired I think

hatch doors slam loud shut

Documentary reruns play

haphazardly remembered

& easily forgotten

~

Sporting broken dried out skin

bulbous burning failing eyes

Red wine marinated

Blood stained glassy vacant stare

Sits the sentinel unaware

*

 

 

Lily

Lily droops waterlogged

forlorn pale exposed dripping

trumpet wilts beyond

immediate salvation

relentless merciless torrents

melt short lived Lily

Tolling & Rumbling

 

Mellow yellow peril stalks

desultory morning news.

Mahjong pings pong song sushi

Life waves buoyed by risen seas

Encouraging numbers lately

make me swing again.

All you need is Like.

Push and punch the River Not.

See no day so far

underway.

Meredithian

sonnets pepper mad Edith’s

black gothic bonnets.

Radio switches off itself.

Precocious  little sod.

Go show it who’s the boss, Rod.

Chubby Chops

Long dark evenings

my boiled beetroot pinkens

hair loss in Gaza

State Capitalism Sucks

Sick slick pompous circumstance

Antiquated cow-towing

Red carpet sycophants

Perfidy game of the day

Selected edited highlights

Where have all the steelworks gone?

 

Underlinger

Charming orange runes

Amaryllis niceties

Bent over backwards

To please the undeserving

Chasing shadows constantly

Ambient Purdah

It is not hell in here

Merely a close approximation

Based on caustic memories

Of torrid dayglow warzones