Trilby
Blimey!
A bloody sonnet
dropped by
out of my hat
fancy that
all about evening
idealised
poetic license
freedom of formality
incubated nuisances
contort reality
in subversive silences
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
September 26, 2016
Cider With Nosey
As
you
walk out
in the garden
assume the olive chair
face the morning sun
mindful of the schism
spend awhile elsewhere
ten provides some clarity
go tear down delapidated
old tired chicken townships
destroy what is not needed
gig for stolen dignity
time to dig down deep
replenish nurture
preserve
grow
September 26, 2016
yallowcouth
tundra is the night
orange groves spurn indigo
gormless faces dreft
eyelids held opinions
wretches clutching jubes
September 26, 2016
Lampblack
No, I don’t want to
talk about the Wrecklings—
let’s just move on
my computer wants
to help me by getting to
know my voice pattern
Isn’t this so exciting!
I get stuck for words &
spontaneously
burst out in schlock applause
dark comedians complain:
stop pulling my fuckin’ leg!
September 25, 2016
Portrait of a Maybe
No malice no cry
Removed annoying tiffin dag
Dried up fruit cake crumb
Hard to break down cranberry
Undigested lamb cutlet
Or something more sinister
Don’t look now says Henry James
pulling on worn cardie
September 23, 2016
skanga-roo
wobbly hatstand
woolly jumper
yellow wellies-
apple scrumpa
copyright Grimbeau 1848
September 22, 2016
Suck
Hoovering half-heartedly, Pre-stressed steel muscular, stilted, stiffish, torpid The quality of mercy is half-strained & falsetto like a doomed balloonist going splat on worn grey leatherette footstools, a real deal phagocyte enters, snips claggy brackish waterfowl, flings a crane fly in the simmering beige broth, shall we sport passé cotton pullovers for effect, muss dwindling rancid quiffs and heinous eyebrows? Downcast slow rise condos sinuate minus stucco tracery. others live in icky sitcom sets it is lifestyling for sure just not as we know it
September 21, 2016
brickworks
What is to be done? simple Mexican hat trick? Well it is a job after all. Being a doctor. Caught up on some zeds after. No hidden meanings this time. Just unconciousness. Oh the Unfairness of life. Go first get it over with. Not on your nelly. Machiavelli. Little things just little things. all add up you know
September 20, 2016
Muddyford
I am ensconced in
Unsteady heady paperwork,
stumbling to a bitter
conclusion of hostilities-
mutual annihilation
looks like a gruesome compromise
between the better aspect
and the best outcome
September 19, 2016
World News Update
Culpability, imbalance, the dreaded lurgy stalks the porchway, the hamster hutch, the arboretum, and blunt spikes inbetween; night violates day with bags of murk and lovage
Indubitably, it calls itself Monday, brimful with sullen, clumsy passion worthy of a bread poultice infused with watery French mustard, limp alfalfa and toadstool
Tedium is just a damp blanket on a burnt out chip pan, a brisk riddling with formaldehyde never fails to yield staggering exultation at such junctures
Zoroaster caught herpes off a loathsome vet this day in nine sixty seven, the news when leaked by the skivvies, met with scant compassion
Axolotl harvest late due to line maintenance in the eucalyptus groves of transcendent Hobart-on-Sea
The best things in life are prohibitively expensive due to a series of botched algorithms, a perfect storm, and the bells of St Clement Danes
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