Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Food
October 19, 2014
Coldfinger
Coldfingered,
some deaf, bewildered beast,
slopes in slow, bright, sane delight…
Brown Ground drowned,
Sound wind opaque,
Cimarron smokey lake
flock tactile mural peak
Cowling dented tin wind,
Taste hot silent sin
Away! Cooling. Down…
…Meet and Eat
Alfresco with Francesco
Baked Alaska? Alabaster
Just in time
Manufacture
Old war wound
Tarsal fracture.
Wholemeal bread
Cardtrick wine
October 8, 2014
Three Omegas
Three smoked
Mackerel,
Black peppered,
Soused, left
On small plate,
Bucolic
Scenic scene
Innocents
Supper play
Or plate for
The smaller
Appetite.
three smoked fish
released from
vacuum cell
lay brown dead
Breached by blade
Ripped from
Chewy skin
Discarded
Flaked by hand,
Torn up by
keen talons
Ate by mouth.
October 3, 2014
Food is Love
Bury your knee at wounded heart
marry a buffet saint
Nigella’s got
Two black eyes
Mary Berry ain’t.
October 3, 2014
Mugg
Mugg, the failed suicide, is escorted
to her coiffeur for a ruffle & snip,
natters, buns, and Tizer too.
She is weak of leg and mind, partakes
of unlethal foodstuffs;
prawn cocktail sausages,
bananas in anchovy sauce,that kind of thing.
When she insults the trees they turn away
knowingly, to whisper disapproval
to the concubine breeze.
Sympathy is like gas
and tears:
a finite
commodity.
September 24, 2014
That Schinken Feeling
Eggs boil not poached fore a changeling
& anna bun dance ov culd sweetmeat carved craythur combobulatio ob pink chicken squirrel, Black Forest Gurty Torso & Tyrolean yodellin’ hamstrings, incomplete minus granary seed thatched toast to hourmaker: Der Mood Molecule
Make me happy. it smiles
today again, s(un breaks through grey gloom.
Limbs visibly loosen- Eeks & Yipes
On the evergreen awks
Of Bar Baloney.
By Gum! Real gone quince ate duvet. The chancery of that!
Must go.
Elephant stick pot in the offing (door knock echoes in mosaic hall)
Once in a lunchtime (talking heads poke noses through letterbox flaps?)
Bargain Hunts a freebie. Michaels on the Micky-Takers. Quakers on the Rum
‘Wing it nut my bast advice. Hise up in the cistern.’
September 23, 2014
Yarg
We dream
tonight
by candlelight,
cardamom in my ear,
square tonsure
in my armpit,
on a crystal chandelier…
August 30, 2014
Rasher Baps
droll nodes
brood
rude
colours:
pastel dragons
come from
melted crayon
puddles
sizzling bacon
takes the air,
makes it purr
like a pillow
we swallow
eating
our words
like gruel
July 22, 2014
A Beast
Starving
savaged anchovy,
ravaged dry
baguette,
tore off a sockful,
wrapped up shredded limb
A bloodless coup d’ pan complete…
till later:
Part-sated, basking in its modest cranny,
the predator lowers, rests ruminant,
still wanting, just waiting, inhaling, whittling.
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