Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: writing

Thanks for Asking…

My aspiration?

To achieve nil interest

For the sake of it

 

kittihawk

Just gone noon see what’s

what that?

That’s  Danny’s doing

He turned up,

got stoned and stared, words clipped

staring snarling cleared;

silver crossed palms

spout cautious agreement;

Good, good! Brown

Crumpled squashed, unabashed

Sound tomatoes procured and paid for;

Sometimes later, writing this

Zen in hand

Foreign Lands…

so immediate

one

Had a dump,

A Byzantine midday documentary

Golf’s showcase drowns…

familiar car doors slam:

‘…another bright idea!’

Too bad to be true:

Fix on object random

memory whiletimes

Cornucopia

Pukes on the mobile

Peabody Rides Again!

Wild Turkey Shootfest

Bring a bottle and gourd

Drink yourself good health

Tomorrow…

Mistah Kurz, he said:

‘Rum red rivervalley

Tongue blue mountain brooks

Sleek creek on the rise.’

Poor man not well in the head

Feed him quorn and alfalfa

Wait for mushroom puff

Stuff all mouths with brutal nectar

In Shinbone we’re all loopy.

Real Skint

Those who write for profit

& those who right for gain

Never had it in the first place

They’re all the fucking same

 

 

 

 

 

 

ids

Not since it coughed thrice

Cleared sick sinister Niles

Gizzards full of bile

Slimy sotto voce

Logo a la mode – but soft!

It is returned (if only

For a little while…)

Stevie Smith

Smith makes a double ton:

not since Bradman in’38

achieved by a floppy green.

The game has evolved.

The song remains the same.

I salute you, sir!

Nestling Down

Everyone is loved

Does the curlew wish sometimes

Eager for regard?

Prima donna nightingales

decimate the yard

Quietly survive

Polishing awkward

Neat facial features

Humours

Buff standard pollock

Sneezes mauve breezes

Fleecing carnations

Quiet creeping tunes

Caraway flowers say

Dry cadavers twitch

why should they snitch?

Racket

The kettle keeps on

boiling…boiling…boiling

Bloody boiling

Thank God!

It has stopped

 

*

At last it has boiled

now appears the clock

ticking…ticking…ticking

spasmodically

 

*

I am cognizant

that steam is drifting

wafting lingering

around the funnel

 

*

Before it calms down

comes to its senses

condescends to apply

Thermodynamics!

Slaves

Slam door thud silence

Frantic lunchtime microwaves

Hard working people