Grimbeau

Scroodles

Category: writing

The Invisible Sixth

Traffic trumps ethics clucks…read a bit, listening to gnomes & druids
Swaggering clouds puff dragon’s teethy briar pipes…
Milton in fetters, Blake O’Blumenthal.
Blake’n’Pinball—Marriage of Heaven and Hell
All time top score!

Mummblings inner cavernous sports hall near Hemel Hempstead
Mystical masterpieces…and why knitty-knot?
Kind hearted adult rage
Incandescently
Go follow your bliss—mental composer!

Clay, Eveline…who are you kidding, Bud?
Lazy putz, busking it, busking it sloppily
It is not writing, is it?
Just not as we know it, Radar

Smoked salmon rags,
house radish sauce &
flash green brain salad sandwich
scourge my philistine god
Afternoon preoccupied
Chewing on it
Repenting at leisure—
In the belly of the fish
Monsters! All shapes & sizes
Variety of small grain boxes
‘what d’you want today?’
The invisible sixth one

Hip-Hop

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legging

Wobbly pins today

Whacked out all night wall walker

Putting on sea legs

Walk like an Egyptian

Provides chronic ironic

Cerebral mantra

lends rhymer rhythm

on icy towpaths

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Land without Bread

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Tea tree pungency

Midday twenty three.

Kilbride’s secret went

to the grave with him

everso tiny

peanut butter sandwiches

stitched into his stomach lining

there were no flies on Kilbride

just wasps and hornets

Pretty common for late August

In Andalucía

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Skinwatch

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Carbuncles, moles, tumescensces,

spots, scar tissue, warts, blackheads, scabs,

bubos, boils, and bruises…the rest is blistery.

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Timbuktu

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FRITZ_14

poetry

is

an

absorbing

way to

carry on

a

frustrating

palaver

at

the best

of times

pecu

liar

ly

enjoy

ab

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mi

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put

res

cence

stag

nant pool

quint

essence

ally

like

omni

buses

it

takes you

places

some

quite

odd

like

Timbuktu

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A Jakes Progress

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Father lampshade,

Mother rug,

go gliding upstairs

through dreek formless fug,

real time is taking shape.

~

Thus can Moby Grapeseed  dwell

in grotty motley,

spangled alcazar;

nasalizing hypnotic

verse into a well-travelled

voice recorder on the jakes

for acoustic, hygienic

and ambient purposes.

~

Here he will be found by a

stranger with an

axe and smartphone,

who will flush out thoroughly,

do his duty and wash his hands

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…two doors down

red cross parcel  weird ripped

Open by calm alacrity

Strident cumulus

Any colour you pick out twice

Peculiar paint box bollard

(at this juncture-named red house—

You know the old barns?)

Straw broke tallow willow

Sceptred broken leather clasp

Strange Misericord

makes definition

stop making sense by

form without we breathe

 

”the who…?-

What bliss awaits me below?
Something hot & spicy
Most probably not
You’re really struggling
Hey-ho dontya know the cats
Seethe despair differently
Mucal chissled grins
Hang hissing round the door
Most insistently
They beg for essence:
Ignored children shout a lot

Trial by Ordeal

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Love trains leave by night

How swift desire passes

in this Wistful age of steam

Ecstasy clouds good judgement

All’s unfair in love

We are all war Criminals

Awaiting trial by peer

Group hysteria

Tread wary hunted Minotaur

Now standing on Platform Four

A seagull bound to tell lies

Omniscient eye seas lullaby

hooded peregrine

 

sleazy keyboard,

diligently counting syllables,

keen hidden gleanings,

scatter chipped prune stones,

reminiscences…

behaviourally disturbed rook

that mistook

all night pharmacy

for a sweetie shop