Grimbeau

Scroodles

Earthly Delights

epops

proper poems are

imaginary gardens

chock full of real turds

disgusting imagery

sprayed on by skunkheads

fucked with by vandals

dripping like condoms

after april showers

Flesh Trade

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That’s that out of the way for another

year, thank god, anything good on? Repeats.

Surprise, surprise. It’s a wonderful life.

Gone with the wind. The great escape.

Born free two. Follow the yellow brick road

Out of Africa…

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The role of finance capital in the

Merchant of Venice

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Belfast Sunk

 

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all clear alarm sounds

light of day reveals

extensive devastation

town downgraded

unfit for purpose

~

nocturnal diagnosis

concludes

blanket buggery

lies behind  all this

not previous candidate

overheated radiator

~

remedy:

pure distilled water

fetchedfrom

ole rollin river

Lethe

holy bucketfuls

of the stuff

Never let them down

seventy five years ago

Antiquarian Homesick Truths

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Den in aftermath

wireless voices

reunion of disability warriors

talking glory days of yore

the last of the existentialists

recorded for posterity.

~

Is that the end den

Mistahmojo Hi-bBeggar?

If so I misheard der noose today

yer hoody gnu in

sinuatin’ down the old berg

crow scrapin’ on a genome

prasin’ sodden cotton holly hocksters

streaking creamy curves suspensless in densedreek

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hi-ho silva

linen makin monkeys of

us whoops-a- daisies

 

Elvis

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legume

stinks putrefacted

wasted generations follow

anything but

worse

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Lost in Translation

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defensive & hostile

never listening to your

parental commands

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On Jung’s Porch

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everything comes to

those who can be bothered

 to make the effort

crashed out on Jung’s Porch

gazing up at the upside down

welcome mat above the door

so you’ve got to think

upside down to make it out

Your visions will become clear

only when you can look

into your own heart.

Who looks outside, dreams;

who looks inside, awakes.

– Carl Jung

No matter when a god will come

Just Browsing

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When books are too long,

life is too short.

When books  are too short,

life is too long.

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Hairy Times

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Walk and sit

in the sun thinking

it’s a year since my last haircut.

The garden is at the same stage:

Trees in blossom, primroses in flower

Walk back humming Déjà vu

Almost cut my lawn

More bloody repeats!

Hoe, Hoe! Groundhog Day

Dudlines

Perls mouse

Angst pang:

What no post!

Recorded delivery

Returned to sender

Great Uncle Bulgaria

In & Out the Garbage Pail