Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Blogging

Passengers

zeug

 

Candle fires livid

Imagination city lights

Softening soft sighs

 

The Ashes

newton's bulbs

 

coming up five now

probably gonna shower

play test match pinball

Ill Wind

barfag

blue shed

Door

blows

open…

blue shed

Door

blows

closed…

Extermination Squad

In

Utah

Clean out

Of

Final Solution

The Hedgehog

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Back to the sea

back to the sea

back to the tree

 

Sitting out dusk

blind by invasive

halogen terror

 

security blankets

caught thinking

in headlights

 

driverless

tree-surgeons

sawbones

 

Sheep worried

Lycanthropes

kill life

 

night and light

denied

blue hedgehog.

 

 

 

 

Butter

portrait of a Sicilian girl

 

Enoch smoothed mum’s

scrawny brow with

the buttercup

 

‘Flamboyance, flamboyance…’

Her favourite word:

He whispered it.

 

She sleeps

He takes the tray

End of day

 

 

 

Rude Awakening

Jackie Wilson said...

 

it’s a new dawn

on a new day

and i’m feeling

wood

The Die is Cast Off

Benn

 

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

Fred Carno’s Circus

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Show on road? No…

Isolated blizzard,

hail, frog rain, bubonic plague, GPI,

These and sundry vilenesses

prevent Lifter Finger & Hans Turn

Fulfilling promises of gardening.

 

A pluperfect spring morning

wasteland of historic neglect

disgrace my spiffing gaze.

The road to oblivion is paved

with claptrap and obliquy.

Nothing comes of nothing

never…

The Surgical Spirit of Joy

piles

 

More murky murk

Mufti wades through grey

Morning Match of Day

No blocked beds

Must scrub up

Ready for Theatre

The Schism

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Ten at night

The pie is dead

Remember The Grapes

Sickly sweat clings

Cold cascades

What is he barking at?

The moon is out

Down The Grapes

With the stars, some hasbeens

And four screaming wannabes

Called The Vermeers

I couldn’t make it:

Artistic differences, you know

Matters of principle

Moral scruples

Skint