Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Heatwave

tao mein

Early come-ins &
go-ins at no.13
galvanizesrubberneckers
in da nay bore hood
sumer is a goin’ out
exit the cuckold

Trad.

There drifts another dreamer,soft headed ne’er-do-well
Sitting close to Budhha, pussy’s fond farewell…

wrung out the bowels from an old dishrag: there’s a riot going on down in slough-
who needs yesterday’s diapers?

nobodaddy in da world inflammation strangles up my mind: diet exercises customs proffer cure for life again big pharma

aphrodite looking flighty in her nightie induces instant korma: suture  strangles up my mind your step on the way out

dere moving the shard for corporate malice: mr magoo went down on malice & is now detained at monstrosity’s leisure

 

Plummeting Skywards

having a hatwave
a topical hatwave
overtures over
white cliffs of dover
you certainly cant, cant-can’t

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Barbirolli more swaggers than minces

over like D’Annunzio balling crazed

Avanti Italia!’

I am struck dumb by her swan neck

veins taut rope glisten.

Recoil in horror.

You bet I did.

Where’s Duran Duran?

Off busking with a Pink fucking Panther.

~

Sitting on a mushroom cloud

Buddy curls up neat

now waiting for a kiss.

Hurt goes on and on.

Walking like a sumo

quince in his nappy.

See I remember some bits.

~

The Dixie Whistlers vanished without Tracey,

I consoled her briefly and moved on

to Fenchurch Street to chuck some bricks around.

This is what I’m like.

Impossible: an impossible person.

Imp. Vip. Rip.

Rest in peace very important, impossible person.

Not moi! Not I?

~

Here lies big gob, gargling blocked drain

I slept in once in Newmarket…

Wake up, Norman!

Dropped off, must have…

Hurt still on the wireless.

Barnard is risen.

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