Grimbeau

Scroodles
September 16, 2017

Beneficence

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

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Slice up the orange

segments on…

aluminium sink top

undulant altarpiece

Orange offering

A savant of the rite

wipes rustic

ludic breadknife

serrates thick zest

splices pith, quartiles

flesh in succulent

ghoulish

garish

gauche

gum shields

skin & pith intact

snaffled up cutish

tense borne by bent paw

over caustic chasm

Sure chariot passes

Imperious, regal, sublime

Sedate above vile

sundry understuffs:

Abysmal  unmentionables,

Microbial, teeming rakes

Gyrating about the obscene floor

one of my heads in

bindweed, strangulating

taut shoelace gristle,

fleet heat seeking

missile, destination

amygdala sun spot

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September 15, 2017

purgatory close

palinode

 

In a
feigned
venerable brogue
a warbler from  the threshold uttered:

‘Mornin has nine—Gingerman gone ’
‘No! not JP Dun Laorghaire?’
‘No! JP Donleavy’…

& so thus was made good a verbal contract
struck whilst missing a late night movie

made about the Kray Twins
to inform, educate & entertain
& fulfill the Charter of the Landed Pantisocracy—
Small sacrifice under such
circumstance methunks.
To leave one’s notes copious
abandoned to awake

irksome hostages
to outrageous misfortune
of Birthplace and/or origin                                                                                                     squander waking hours
reinforcing time out shifts
lost down purgatory close

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September 14, 2017

A Funny Turn

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

Magnesium sulphate, Dear

To rouse you from the torpor?

Salt of Epsom Downs

Mined by horny-handed sons

Of merchant bankers

& dowager duchesses

On sabbatical

From badger baiting

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September 13, 2017

Whooossh…

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

Theres a celibate sun
On the dry
Today

Trim Jim!
Clip your beard
Am I being heared
Or merely weird

What the Funken Garden Said

Please, I compost you,
Enrych my life!

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September 11, 2017

Lay down and…

grimbeau's avatarGrimbeau

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Don’t think of England

America’s dutiful poodle

Europe’s rescue dog

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September 10, 2017

Paigan Knees Up

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Elusive killer bought red herring —swiping opening lines inspire one two twilight mockery—uptown slums drip dry quickest claims umbrella on landing—Fingal’s Cave harbours secrets of the deep—Magnificent Ambersons spotted in Vermouth: third man detained in custard pie—concentric glass bowls pull no punches—forty percent lead found in jump jockey—cross incontinents are best avoided, advise miffed valleys—all art is open late weekends—astonished spectator poleaxed by rogue feather—Maupassant? There’s more in the larder—dreamboats slide silent gravy — two knights rain drenched parley clears bad air — fish fly flags of convenience— jettisoned pipedreams mutter obscenities— label absurd ditties poppycock says spatula minor—have faith in feet or you fall—every step a trip denied—whippers into pidgin holies—miffed I could have muffed it— eye not found on ball—daisily in dark kept—didgeridoos at dawn it is— insist on satisfaction—get rum

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September 10, 2017

Bomb

aftermath fall out heavy bleed—how heart estranged from freedom excited is —neigh terrifies suspends horse sense—beggars disbelief— roll on part: flexible hours; okay pay—nothing left to lose but loss itself: free food, need photo (portfolio)·roll offpart-time life—study Metamorphoses—Not written much this week — saddo riptide hits have surged—now why would that be?—No wiser come noon—took a path less partaken—Once bitten get fly —What’s going on here? Sunday afternoon telly—repeat: War & Peace with Duno—who? —Dunno—never heard of her —spoke slurs with venerable Aunt— on the mend from a bad dose —C Aubrey Scott pops by with a lamb bone intended for the dog: confiscated contraband — lethal fear for quadropeds—& while you’re at it: spatchcock chicken apart at two —all of this while resting between random body parts —Borodinner from Tolstoyevsky—plushly furbished dinnerfest—sly retiring flowerpot—minimalist orifice: set for quail not swan—technicolour yawn guaranteed come Minsk

 

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September 9, 2017

entitlement

Moon in the morning
ticks all boxes
chevrons heading west pick up
fellow migrants on the way
in fresh waves
Open window policy pays off
in the long room
Silver and black
Stretched tight as teepees
Blues complete retreat
Alpine hatted pointy heads
Nod in anticipation

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September 8, 2017

Peach Coma (Irmageddon out of Here)

Pig driftwood luncheon
swoon come three circadian
thyme calypso champ

Long weekend in Dorset grove
short change is good as arrest
all work no play due to rain
mystery fellow traveller:
—have we met before she said
—one unforgettable once
I say I can’t remember
play it cool as fever pitch
that which I walk in shadow
of in sunless dreams—staggered
up and down the garden path
prodding wet red leaves                                                                                                                   stepping over puddles
witnessing real life

 

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September 7, 2017

Vaudeville

Vitriolic freak show                                                                                                                       vinagrette rien                                                                                                                                          mixed up salads                                                                                                                                                                            multibask in squalid colanders
& whenever finally oxygen is inhaled

Post Scotch Egg elders
suffer repulsive farts                                                                                                                         waft over hang round
until everybody gets turned to musk
noon smiles down on open windies

~
Long term weather forecasters
impose Beethoven’s peaks and troughs
over Chopin’s genteel tinkles
—until (as luck would)
chaos put them straight again

~
poor vittles tickle mighty throats…
For that’s the height & width
scornful avarice erodes brazen
& impulsive hearts
until everybody gets burnt
~
Go Johnny, Go Johnny
Go in sin & hate
narrate stark schism
Blow by blow by blow
Account & Sea syncopate
Shell fish drown as towels
Of wild derision hoot

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