fA cUP fiNaL (FroNt eAr)
DiD AnyOne Ever tEll
You (You look like The Dead Sea Scrolls!)
THat’s eXactLy whaT
I…Thum(b)pff!
(Owtch WassaTt orla bough?)
TourEtte’s 1: AsperGer’s niL
Grimbeau
Scroodles
Category: writing
May 21, 2016
Renaissance
‘Yi y am
A Pas s
eN Gerr r
R…
‘Just walks around sweating, does nothing but sweat…and fart. Yeah, sweating and farting, and grunting too. Sweats, farts, and grunts. The man is a disgrace!’ raged Nobby, hopping shrewdly on his good foot.
‘What did he ban you for then?’
‘I called him a fat, lazy, turd.’
‘I see.’
And Henry did see. He had discerned a pattern emerging since Nobby offered to stick a hot poker up his arse in July after a lurgy. Quarterly cycles, circadian rhythms, in-growing toenails, attention seeking behaviour, and six pints of Old Tharg each lunchtime had taken their grotesque toll.
‘ I’m going down the Zephyr from here on in.
Henry was confused.
‘You mean the Zodiac?’
‘Yeah. See you Sunday.’
‘Okay, Boss.’
–
With Flo away and Headcase post-traumatically shocked from a wolfhound goring Henry was all for the quiet life. Summer had been pointless, autumn dormant, and now with winter’s onset…
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May 20, 2016
bare naked lady
‘Hello…Flo! Are you in?’
Henry recoiled nearly dropping the enriched uranium in the chicken pellets. Of course he recognized the voice immediately, Gina: Gina Orbit, quite capable of talking her way around a sizeable planet, but somehow got stuck after the piano incident with her late chimpanzee, Alf. While sashaying through town a piano had missed her shoulder by six inches and landed plumb on her head, a detached g-string had severed Alf’s head. The piano was in pieces and Gina had got off lightly with primrose catarrh and mild headaches when she heard Grieg.
‘Flo! It’s me…Geeenah!’
Henry aborted his pastime, wiped the enriched uranium and put it back in the elephant’s foot.
‘Hello, Gina…she’s climbing the Old Man of Hoy and picking up some anchovies, probably be back at teatime Wednesday.’
‘Oh, it’s you Henry’ she said with remarkable powers of perception in one so thick. Perhaps…
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May 20, 2016
The Daily Grind
I rose and chose a coffee
from the selection of available
water based liquids.
With this I had a cigarette,
which I made myself:
harvesting, drying, processing leaf,
pulping paper in a big blue pail,
extracting gas from the bio mass
and flattening it to the required
denir aboard my
miniature steam roller.
An exhaustive process
often interrupted by the need
to release toxic waste
from the tee-pee
~
On arrival upstairs in my lift
the day was revealed as misty
and the streets sweat wet.
I dropped my lighter on the floor and left it,
vowing to retrieve it later
with my extended manual claw
that hangs from the hospital bed.
A cursory take on the news
clarified the extent of yesterday’s huge explosion in China.
Jim Al Kalili showed me around Sellafield
nuclear reprocessing plant and availed me of a
brief history of nuclear energy.
He looks very…
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May 17, 2016
Tulip
oPen
(Oak Lock)
Up
Wash(ed)
Chan g e (…d)
IN t o
A(a)
T u l i p
May 16, 2016
MiStah mOpp (Char-Man)
SwEep
(duStpan & Bru(sj)sh),
WiPe
(scRim & ChaMois),
scruB
(scour, raspish, Rubba)
pOlish
(wax &shine –BufF)
& TouCh-UP
(blushEN, sh(ine)y, finesSE
up porCh (rouge, glOSSy LipstiCk)
Well doNe Job(Pat pate thrice: p-p-pAT)
(Well Done®…!)
May 15, 2016
now you see it…
Mad Bishop Berkeley
Completes this morning’s lesson
Rolls up the pulver parchment
Seals it with a kiss
& ties it up with
Emerald ribbon
Looks up
& finds the bird gone
May 14, 2016
GrimblEs
G O
gEt yErr – own ORanGe!!!
I’m gonNa scoFf the sofA
Watch (a)gog in awe
ChoKolat spo(unge) Bubs
Raspberry RipPle nipleS
GoOd enou(ff)gh to eat
MayFly sWifT shElf Life
FrYday the ThirTEent(h)H
All-daY gueYestEr(r)
D A y
May 13, 2016
Caesar
I flEd,
I saW;
I blundered…
Kisss(?)
ssSh
(light bulb: thick cable)
gLipse(m)
zerO
lapSee
giFt
May 12, 2016
Wind
wind rustles lilac
wind tickles leaves
wind slams door
wind will
wind
Grimbeau 