Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Dead Souls

Imaginary Man

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Gypsy moth splutters overhead
Wave say cheese or butter
shiny chin up I pluck me a petal
for keeps as a familiar — Freed!
Stemless, infrontiered, horizonless, no jke. O!
undone’s oppo condescends to rose

Pollen hazards plait havoc from sensidata.
E,g, Misstook red cucumber for long tomato.
Consumer rights for wild Sumatra.
Brain tuna salad for Sinatra. Free the mond
—Ay. That’s the spirit.

Check for Nobby, nun frothcumin.                                                                                                      Gate click bogus. Imaginary man.

Sleep deep through the magic hour,
late October sun,
low and strong, ignites
the mind’s kaleidoscopes. Snow falls
come to settle northern hills
under cover of the nightlight

Iron Mire

Yes, by gum, nearly one o’clockery Greenwich Moan Time, wailing women weep in weeds, broken, nailed up and bleeding miscreants squirm like elvers
Gruff pallbearers of no good tidings wheeze
Gallivanting clover rockery

Loitering near railway sidings, wheeltapping rolling stock, grunting and shunting, mumbling over steaming mugs of creosote
Pottering about in the stoical pottery
licking and deriding Toby Jugs

Thowing pots resembling crockery at passers-by gathered round the glowing brazier, spouting bigotry and salacious tales of crochet mishaps
Awesome albatross gliding crow low
twigs subjected to sable mockery

Blinds drawn by agued oxen of the sun: too lazy to go to bed, grazing unmanicured lawns for toe and nail clippings and chili con carne droppings
Mice to see you to see you mice: three
Horsemen of the Apocalypse: four…

 

Gemutlichkeit

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Give me a home where

considerably more that this

is worth insuring:

a home fit for genuine

black forest gateaux

made from real black forest trees

and Gemutlichkeit

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