Grimbeau

Scroodles
August 13, 2013

Shrewd

My Lady of the Far West

New quay

Old quay

Khaki

Shorts:

Turn-ups

Sometimes

Happen.

 

Upslope from strand

Hotel vanishes

Hotel reappears

 

Upstairs window sill

Flowerpot drops burst

Lady Look upward

 

A close scarlet shave

Mystery…Suspense.

 

The train that never leaves the station runs offrails

Hypodermic nuns in camisoles and stilettos

Peeling potatoes follow the orders rules of

Disengagement. Maris Pipers of the wimple

Cistercian Stylites

Broad brush strokes the flaxen damsons,

It’s green stem phosphorescent.

 

We stalk the fruit croppers dressed up as deer, with kazoos.

We are all called Sherlock:

Counter intelligent

Counter intuitives.

 

 

 

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August 13, 2013

Garden Table

Hoverfly

Too bad heavy day, frown and sigh, we watch

Thick marmaladen flies circle

Pure white perfect dove’s egg nesting in sea

green potted purple heather lavender

surrounded by grubby pink, limp bloomers,

purple legs and arms like Matisse dancers.

A hoverfly, pauses for a butcher’s,

but soon Dakotas off to pastures other –

The wasp on the chocolate brown bacolite

radio had advised so over breakfast.

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August 6, 2013

Life in a Oncetime

First Utterance

‘Looky-lookky round, ya’ll!’

another bad utterance,

‘The centre ground…’ the voice said.

‘…but the centre is missing’

said a Talking Head.

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August 5, 2013

Being Flat

A double flat symbol.

Flat or what? What.

Too much Cider

Saturday night

 

Seemed a good

Idea

At the time.

 

Yesterday

Slept a lot

Barely ate

 

No wonder

I feel flat

This morning.

 

 

 

 

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August 3, 2013

Shake, Rattle & Roll

My boy...

Milk & (so much) More mail me:

‘Grimmy, beat the heat with a summery shake!’

Little do they know; out of the mouths of babes and

Sucklings.

Chucklings all round, paroxysms

Epileptic fits

Now,

That’s a bone-fide

Summary shake.

 

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August 3, 2013

Short Day’s Night into Dawn

English: A Petrified Tree Deutsch: Ein verstei...

Moodpaint:

wild night, wet, sheltered behind big bare tree,

sort of dawn through the petrified tree stems.

Tremble to sleep.

Waking warmer.

New place warm grey speckled yellow, yes, puce.

An apology of sunbeams.

Thirsty or what!

…rushing brook squabbling to the left: yes, down there.

Crazy notion of a little, silver trout.

No rod. Fashion one then. Can’t be arsed.

Have a splash and scoop and carry on.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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August 2, 2013

Bloater

milk, coffee and tea

Smoke pause and coffee slug
Curtain sloped out window
Sucked out, outsuck drag.
Shit! Banged red exposed elbow.
Smokestained drapes: salmon peach,
Tucked comfortably in twixt
bizzy-lizzy and big green shiny pot
imagine it plonked on silver beach
the shadows lengthen, sunbathers are vexed
some move, some curl up cold, and some do not.

Little happens slow
Somebody knows.

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August 2, 2013

Schnitzel Cricket

Eggs

Schnitzel! Bang, bang, thump, bang thump:

It resumes, slower, tireder, more circumspect

This time, sculpting, levelling, shaping.

 

Egg and breadcrumb, and season.

Then phlasshhh in the pan, some fries,

Wedge of lemon,

And flies, french.

 

Short-pitched attack succeeds

Clarke plays on from Broad’s

Bumper.

Bye-bye till next innings

Tatafornow

TTFN

187

 

Australians

Possibly collapsing

 

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August 2, 2013

Ghoulies

Fancy Meeting You Here

Flight of fancy!

Sid and Nancy

Necromancy

 

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August 2, 2013

Mud and the Miscreant

Crave still and clear vision,
you never know it could, you know.
Bad lad down,
clear out of town.
Do not darken our door

bad news boy.
Come back when we’re gone out.
Sit down hard and think about it,
what you did,
You. Serves you right, eh?
Got your just deserts.
Look at you standing

lost in long grass
with toffee in your hair,

bramble scrammed calves
and shins.
Hide from the passing voices.
You’re on the run on your own.
Outsider till the smell of onions
frying, then, caught on the horns of…

land of Nod
Conflicted. In two minds caught on
Hungry man: angry man.
Be nice, take your medicine, be brave,
get fed, then go back to the Land of Nod you little sod.

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