Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
May 30, 2017
The Golden Age of Scuba
Happy is the man who can bear the things he cannot change – Schiller
Each time insurgent
Wind surges spank opulent
crimson drapes and naughty
gusts arouse dormant
gooseberries on exposed,
soft wanton thighs all sigh
Lush,
chocolate ground juice
breaches ripe knapsacks,
glibly squirting,
soiling deep plush pile rug.
On
garish cushions we float maculate:
spoiled flotsam; jetsam of anarchy,
Two headed orphans
scowling quadrophrenes
brazen twisted Sisters scream.
May 29, 2017
PrickLy heAt
Approaching six ye olde bells
From an obtuse crimson angle
Poised to emphasize
birdsong unfurling charcoal
lamp light found flagging
old stone rolls over moist
Far distant dawn horizon
Difficult it is to view
The world disappear
From more of a distance
Than I do at present—
David Hume wrote that just once
While dying before
Social media cropped up
Unexpectably
In the blink of an eye
At the press of a button…
Latifundium
Quite out of the blue
Extends as far as
the third eye can see
start the week with off
an epic why not
see a fine lady upon
a white horse called Uffington
over the style follow the path
sidestepping all the sheep shit
till you come on an eye socket
full of wastepaper
and suburban terrorists
dropping crap in droves
on this hill of ancient times
traffic jam & Jerusalem
lacking investment
except for more golf courses
built by subhuman eyesores
say let’s call it Bunker Hill!
May 28, 2017
Nightfalls
Clunk it went when
Night fell
The hobnail in the stairwell
Since my booting accident
I can’t hear night fall
At all
May 26, 2017
Ghost Fish Supper
Nightsoil fall out lingers on
black pudding, slumberland sausage,
cold bacon buttie
Twenty-two slaughtered in Manchester blast
Why should that
having never sown they reaped
mad global whirlwinds?
blows someone some good i s’pose
Good day to bury bad news
surmise sardonic undertakers—
perish such notions from your
oh so pretty head
Or we’ll send the girls round
to sort you out this time for good
Okay, okay give way hope
Suspend jaded disbelief
Harbour ghetto reservations
Not even they could stoop so low—could they?
Seeds of doubt scattered
A plenty over fertile land
Stranger things have happened
Down the ages of human perfidy
Slaughtering our innocents
In the name of a rose
May 25, 2017
labradoodlebugsbunnies…
Phut-phut-phut-brmm-grrr…
Imaginary engine noise
Rumrr-vrr-erm-oom-urr
Imaginary squashed grape:
Families of hyenas
Squabble over intestines
slope off lipsmacked cackling
—ugly little mind you have
Grimbeau’s fairy tells tales of
Tasteless psychodramas
Mindless giggly violence
grotesque cartoonerama
Johanna & Barbara
Nimble Fred Quimby
Wild Tex Avery
Occupied playful children
Swooning after bully school
Penning poison posts
encrypting codes of conduct
to proscribe future events
self fulfilling propheteers….
Phut-phut-phut-brmm-grrr…
Imaginary engine noise
Rumrr-vrr-erm-oom-urr
Imaginary squashed grape:
Families of hyenas
Squabble over intestines
slope off lipsmacked cackling
—ugly little mind you have
Grimbeau’s fairy tells tales of
Tasteless psychodramas
Mindless giggly violence
grotesque cartoonerama
Johanna & Barbara
Nimble Fred Quimby
Wild Tex Avery
Occupied playful children
Swooning after bully school
Penning poison posts
encrypting codes of conduct
to proscribe future events
self fulfilling propheteers….
May 24, 2017
Raindancer
By Grimbeau
“Your universal joint’s gone west,
its serious,
I’ll do my best.”
He frowned.
The tension was killing me
so I kicked it off
hard in the nuts.
It bolted.
You could not see its heels for dust.
“I’ve cracked it!”
exalted the wheelwright
straightening up.
“You had pre-stressed oil:
now you ain’t.”
I danced with joy,
it started raining.
The rain dance
is the only
dance I know.
May 24, 2017
noIses ofF
ickle blue flowers
freckle privet hedge-walled lawns,
postage stamping ground
indiscrete neighbours natter
revealing deep deep shallows
concerned by sleazy kid-stuff,
cuss dustpan groaning agony as it sweeps, hovers, circles
drifting in & drifting out of giant confidential trees, fed on
squirrelled snippets, tasty morsels of carnal chicken nuggets,
positions now untenable,
unrequited lusts
& shrivelled cold roast potatoes,
Doors slam shut the it’s indoors
Assuage vituperation’s quenchless thirst
Swill down viprous vodka and
tucking up time in gross grandma slang…
tomorrows will always be
better when you go about
schizo, dizzy, fizzy, thrill packed lives, leaving us remaining
snoopers to wait & warp & wait while getting better every day
in every way in body if not mindfulness…
May 23, 2017
SaDDle SnOres…
Icy blue tooth midnight
piebald cobalt crystal spurs
weather maps depict it
switch blade knife sharp leaf
eviscerates crisp
punk sepulchral dawn
~
After pork roast Leaf dropped off
dumbstruck fair three hours
woke to find the same before
wooden stair to Bedfordshire
…
Grimbeau 