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Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
October 24, 2014
October 24, 2014
Willywarmer
She
coughed a cough someone could hear
grabbed and kissed the solid air,
looked into the Frigidaire,
and put away the butter.
He
folded up his underwear,
placed them neatly on a chair,
washed his ears, his nose, his stare,
and went off to play Mah Jong
They
felt the need to disappear,
not another fucking year,
like the last yet more severe,
once they had a future.
That
was a thought that got too near,
pledge to not give in to fear,
get the fuck right out of here,
find a warmer climate
It
is just the time of year,
the fallen apple, the prickly pear
far’s too far, near’s too near
the reason of the season
October 23, 2014
Sheer Good Fortune
…3hrs on a Prox,
the clock struck a passer-by,
who,
deeply gashed,
hailed a passing ambulance on its way,
as luck would have it,
to
a
Sepia
Krankenhouse.
October 23, 2014
Bequem
No aims, no lords, just me, and the sea…
Snug in the lap and rock, the slop and plash
Diving deeper, the sleeper plumbs new depths
Of woozy deep, slithers, warm down the unseeable
Billowing liquid flames of the core, the temenos,
Breeched and hewn by exquisite heat, forging a
Pillowed inglenook in which to mosspot ease.
This is no dark blue luxus dreamt up
in tune or sketch, no symphonic flood,
folk smoke trail stream or ramble.
It lies here with the corpuscle
glitching grike soft timorous in the mammoth,
anemone corner of the one now clear
smiling eye behind the fourth stone.
October 22, 2014
Tarn Dinghy
Sleepy John Sideways
leftsides, cocooned, pilled,
double egged, buttered, toasted
snoods with paddies, void of form,
contactless, warmgloved, burbling
fungus imp blooms via
lenseless nosepinchers,
splatburst on malmet axminster,
pile or wanton called by siren
earthpull bells.
October 21, 2014
Gonzalo’s Tale
Another bitty night, the wind’s to blame,
the Ham, the game, the Cheese, they all took part,
but did not do what you did, Maria…
You sly one, you twisted, silent, deadly sister
Due to your emission, I will suffer
endless tumult and derision and you will
live to lie in pastures new as if butter did not melt
Guts are a bit choppy, the wind’s to blame
I explain to the assembled throng who
Conclude it was me, not you who caused the pong
Now, simpled, feeling a complicit tool
You play it Cool, queen the art of cool,
woman’s grudge is women’s definition,
Powder your nose, pass the ammunition.
October 21, 2014
Pussy Cat Rap
Morning, blowy,
took a crap, dog came down,
took a crap, had a nap.
That was that.
Seconds out.
Up again, honour bound,
only sound wind
blowing round,
that was earlier
when I was churlier.
better now,
curlier, burlier,
furrier, purrier…
Grimbeau 