Says whose…?
Six is now
the new nine.
Itchy snitch:
Scratch sublime.
Live your life
in one day.
Name your date.
Stick to it.
Time is a
Conduit.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
September 3, 2014
Strychnine & Gherkins
Dream this:
magnum opus lazulies
goose cystic bandoliers,
Daft, soft, puce mask
Blank buttercups
adorn droll seagulls;
Sometimes squashed
sonatas bleed;
small floppy alps
blister the horizon;
gorse wind heathers
…
September 2, 2014
Tea Time
Dark chocolate
digestives?
Three, please
A cup of tea
refreshes
Yes does yes
Easily could
get into this.
Tea at three
dark chocolate
digestives,
You and me.
And a
cup of tea
No water
Works
September 2, 2014
Hear. Me. Out.
Here’s how in
the hear
& now
brown cow
& gate
left open field
as far as
The
Ice Can
Sea.
September 1, 2014
Jaw Jut
Look at that:
a dogged dog
who don’t play it doggo,
sit when spat at,
beg for his dinner,
or die for a queen…
whose bite is worse
than their bark,
you swallow,
gruffly ruminating
over a lamb’s leg…
waiting for a pig’s ear,
rueful of the duck’s arse,
sizing up the parson’s nose,
exercising horse sense
with the stubborn donkey…
Featured
Goldilocks
Big foot mantrapped,
Sasquatch chewing,
blood milk lakes,
hairy sunrise.
Three bears dream
palatable porridge.
Goldilocks sneaks in…
You
know the rest.
August 31, 2014
Big Foot in Mouth
Act your age
Not your
Shoe size
What! I said
Two thousand
Five hundred
Millimetres
August 31, 2014
A Crock in the Park
Overseas posting
not good enough,
don’t try harder!
It’ll shine when it shines.
Good plop and poem
about New York
by Bugsy Seagull –
something about rap,
Drive-by shooting music.
Got the croc &
ref to Prufrock.
Felt great weight
fall from me.
Refreshed by
Mountain Fontain
Compulsorally hosed,
Crimped, and pinked.
Brunch in Zimbabwe
With old boys
Sporting ties
Old school lies.
August 30, 2014
Bystanders
Attempts to engage
& inspire provide
Mere, cheap free
fatuous masonry
to bolster up
& elaborate her
Forty fictions;
So, off he traipsed,
hill sheep sullen
to wattle
& daub the beehive
against the elements;
Brittle bricks
& poor mortar
for fear’s shiftless,
feckless gaol:
Self.
I give up &
concern myselves
otherwise.
In confluence,
separation lies.
August 30, 2014
Absolution
Shitting
your boxers
first thing
throws One
right off
One’s stride
I see you
angry and puny:
Cursefully,
tearfully,
damning your lot,
as you scoop it
sensibly
like a grown-up
from the kitchen sink
and fetch it with aplomb
to the awkward
jakes
for final
Absolution
Grimbeau 