Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
February 9, 2018
Panacea
Morphine notches up another brother,
Another sister, father, mother as I sleep
The sleep of the dead
They still feel pain
All we feel is betrayal and loss
sad small children
Eating messy candyfloss
February 8, 2018
The Pushchair
By candle.
Mind’s eye flix…instead I stalk
awkward, push his wheelchair, crossing,
three-point-turning,
tricornering, crossing back,
leant on bedstead,
with free limb, revolve said chair, repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Sit and sweat and look
and realize why he smells off.
The do it again.
And again. Again.
Waiting for…forgot.
February 8, 2018
Flighty Aphrodite
Letters found under a Sea Shell,
perhaps — cockle, hermit, conch,
periwinkle…lists of ships nefarious
Whose that over reacting there?
Iffy light bulbs wax & wane
Mistook Ajax for Johnson’s Baby
No bloody wonder is it?
Are we not merely the Star’s Tennis Balls?
No we are the playthings of the Gods
All ends up at the heel of the hunt
Yes, suppose it does
How we tittered!
February 7, 2018
Flush
Just keep bobbing up and bobbing down
Watch sardonic heads barking braying constant
hanging over crowded parapets orchestra below jumpy
chuckles brassy rubber necking knowing how it always ends ie:
hit the deck and spill the beans that run out feely
heralds send forth some seventh cavalry or other yokes
cut off at the pass up some otiose defile
laters Daulis is full of knuckleheads
spoiling for a knees up decided time to do
my turn & quit wrestling lions naked bringing down
posh funhouse in Naples at the very thought snapped out
a very whimsical rice paper boatman shrank rippled vague
sun up vanished leaving dead slow women & children & you
burst out laughing for no apparent reason: the very idea
of pulchritude we regret over red mullet…
February 7, 2018
Agarophilia
Pomes is
Commoditties
Vacuum packed starshells
Beside the brassica
Liquid cheese fajitas
Above the pistachios
Something for the weekend
The Poet
A mere commode…
So go to
work on a leg,
or,
better still,
two.
Plumb
the crumbliest,
Flakiest
confection
in the world
it does what
it says
on the tin:
Authentic
Teak
Finish
Go on,
Try it!
Yes, you can
If you like
Ike
& Tina
Tuna Chunks
February 6, 2018
Fantasy Fare for Fatso…
Prized frazzled bacon
Eighty per cent carbonized
Off wrecked baking tray
Tabasco sausage pitta pouched
Fractal endive rainforest
Two toddler sized tomatoes
Windfall scallions
Slithered thinly scattered
In your dreams Fatso
January 30, 2018
Back at Sea
Primrose promised me
evasion and avoidance
Get down to brass tax
after easter jamborees
lazy anniversaries
~
Father, son, and down the face
Pigsty disgrace ful
wish it away with fresh air
citrus freshener
~
That’s a bit better
focus on and gather up what was
and is to be done,
bundle them all up,
watch them fall into
ephemeral dystopias
~
gothic slab caked alabaster
slip slop slap on thick as pitch
regard the sporting complex
perusing motley queue of:
whats, whens, and how to do’s
~
put your best foot forward,
promptly fall face flat
relapsed catholic tastes stale
yellow river reds
run under beds of roses
beneath your contempt
bedding clothes smell suspect
~
Open up your eyes!
Use the can opener in
your plague ship head box
shore leave is over
set a course and go…
January 29, 2018
Suspect Footwear
You only need to
watch what
you’re doing
when you
risk the
chance
of
a
F
a
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l
January 27, 2018
Jizzen HareSide POv
Film Blanc tuRns (to): PleA
A viBrant sToneF-aced
Wilderness caressSes leggy foalSprog;
Sum Fool fuLfilling deepfelT want ofF:
orange civil henna-hairshirts
instead (ja) such Bad unLuck—
Wilde blows harshE gorse—-Bumps FrResh up iLL ashtrays & slashes brush stroke twiggy broom
WhereasHeather nested sun cussed tartan Ptarmigan eGG…:
giVes A handoutta bUrp-brrp-urpp: intermittent:
briTTle foot crunch (two steps back one too…)
Nacrid, quicklime breezes urgE
rhapSodes Two Fish snap shIps
IN
An urbanE Blandscape noW.
Hmmm…Margrave-Strump Underwriter
To thy StArs
See hER(e) now at it
hArd to Pleeeeaze
Going at it hard
like a lyCra Frog go At it
Up a PumpKin
MoIst
DayZzz…zzz
Nothing % interest
whom bell truth be
OUTside (cairn-Gormley)
told
Only thornY amethyst
thisTle down blown disbursed beI Mistah Woof
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