Clue
it is what it is
somehowsoundsomewhatsuspect
it was what it was
scary to see it written
it is what is it
Grimbeau
Scroodles
March 9, 2016
Bemusement
Not voice
you Munchkin!
but voices:
Voi-ces!
Free them up for me will ya?
not lock them up forever
all you must do is
just shut your face
right up and write this here down
Read my lips
Buster!
~
My muse
is in a
strop with me
today…
~
Speculation is
a waste of time best spent
doing what your told…
~
Artistic license?
Just a loss leader
To lure you
the choice is yours
all you have to do
is spend time
writing this down
March 9, 2016
Letter
Nine-thirty
Open the door
Automatic
Can opener
Wet
Forgot
Let
in the air
Open little window
Back one: manual
Cold out still
Mind…
Ten-fifteen
March 8, 2016
Octoghost
Each cherished savoury thought
generates breathless excitement
waiting in orderly queue
having ordered ghost fish
envisioned perched atop
plentiful fulsome ghost chips
complimentary mushy peas
salt & vinegar lashings
down the Deep Sea takeaway
every Tuesday night
March 7, 2016
A Precarious Ambler
See shadow walking
slow bent stiff as if stilted
heads to the shed
in late low morning sun
casts long crooked
shadow of bailiff
odd looking fellow wearing
silly wooly safety hat
March 6, 2016
Olivier Messiah
Live in spite of spite
Ways of seeing ways of being
Standing on your head
Head on backwards to the front
Pictures at an Inhibition
Defoliated cities bid good
Riddance misanthrope
Wolfing down cadavers
Post nouveau cuisine
Based on an original
Recipe for disaster
Zillions like on Arsebook
Good monks carry machetes
Concealed in nasty habits
March 6, 2016
Up Periscope
Listen to something
misunderstood multiverse
cast off thousands gasp
barefoot strollers on hazy esplanades
in biblical proportions
perusing the claustrophobe
mining for water
squeezing rubbery shale
moulding candescence
from watery grapes
to hurl up real high
just to observe them
exploding stand way
down under agape
foretaste cascading nectar
March 5, 2016
Weepies
you are the only
one in the room who knows what
always ends in tears
March 5, 2016
Vicarage Tea Party
…it has been said
anxiety & stress
do not rhyme
with oranges
nothing really does
as a matter of fact
stress & anxiety
however rhyme
with dress & propriety
& quite a few other things
actually.
Yes, that is really boring.
More sucks, Vicar?
Yes
March 5, 2016
Virtuous Reality
-Anchor the Spectacle, Mister Hands!
We’re going ashore.
It was too soon.
Hands blushes coyly
Shakin chestnut manacles
Eyes understood fully
Hands encounters disdainful
inscrutable latitudes
Eyes ignoring the growing swarm,
a manic fauve flotilla spewing
onlookers doing selfies.
You just crossed the pacific
in an enamel bathtub.
The age of true sailing is
undead
You are feeling tired
after that,
about an hour
or so was it?
Lost all sense of time
Only for a while
mind you
Only for a while…
~
Some snow,
an afterthought,
soon passes:
a dusting,
a sprinkling
barely even that.
You think one up this time
if your fancy takes you
Grimbeau 