Happy Birthday, Stranger
Let’s dumb things up
The preacher said
Scream the truth out loud
Furrowed like a brow
Seated on a holy cow
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
October 19, 2015
Old Script (tear stained letter)
History is a nightmare
forget to learn it
Put in your pocket
Retrieve in one hundred years
if you remember that is
Have a real good laugh & cry
October 17, 2015
Rear Window
Hitchcock got it tight
About technique and tricks
A plus sans change
Upon a boulevard
Made luscious blondes
Malstructured orders
Fall into two-take disorder
Two inch planks made order
Cary grant came through of course
Wrestling a baby horse
October 17, 2015
Olfaction
Blog a little
Sigh a little
Let your poor heart
Cry a little
That’s the beauty
That’s the duty
Of snot
October 17, 2015
Blubber
Alpha, beta, theta male
Turgid prone blue bloated whale
Wretched in the morning sun
Tide went out, your undone
Mr Pye and Mrs Fleece
Dissecting you for ambergris
October 17, 2015
Radio On
Trendy rapper
yappy clapper
getting on my fucking tits…
October 17, 2015
Rants in Pants
…into a new day fuelled by
wine and music,
art and remonstrance,
and lest i forget,
the dog’s subconscience.
At such times as these
Democracy and depression
melt into one
become synonymous,
meaningless coincidences, just like now,
tautologically speaking off course.
As I said at the clubhouse recently
These days, politicians
dance to the latest crazes:
beardie weirdies,
fags & drags
Motown Joes,
Tinky Winky
They all do the same,
get up my nose,
and underclass stale farts
like sleaford yobsters,
make me think of Baldwin
laughing at George Roby
over a glass of port.
October 16, 2015
Xenophones
Phazes of daizies
preoccupy Crazy Maisy,
long gestation to
bud blosson bloom to
fullness and Zonkville
(& Beyond).
No sadder sight than
A zonked out Hazy Phazy
October 16, 2015
Tragic Swirling Shop
Consider Diet
& exercise,
Mr Wise!
Buoyant panegyric
to Missus Dosh,
Armless & legless
Whitey-Wash.
It all came out there,
Claimed Dan Dare
In disclosure polders,
On Giant Shoulder’s
Full of silt and twigs,
Grinned Ronald Biggs
Grab a couple more
Until some sun’s-up
Sighed Donald Duck
October 16, 2015
Hibernating in Damascus
Sense and fear of dying year;
dry naked weathered boughs,
shade damp amber fall.
A cruel clinical eastern wind
Eviscerates, then
sets fire to Summertown,
petrified eye witnesses
crawl back underground
and hide in readied
fumigated demi-rooms
Grimbeau 