Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Journal
April 12, 2013
Lidl Idlyll
Soft lions, some scions, and their gold entourage
mass and flux by limelight.
Warm panthers lap themselves with scourging tongues;
and tigers hide behind yucca and reed,
ready for a passing feed. Look it’s us
on our Persian excursion, riding on
complex Manchurian carpets, for the
destination of a supermarket soul.
April 11, 2013
It…
Then
breaks clear, steady indigo day,
one star awake in the west, cautious
action on the horizon;
nerve
ends flapping on the wind, nerve ends
like underwater shrubbery,
waving and posturing,
sometimes
leeward bowing; sometimes starboard:
a massed rank of constant certainty.
I claim the right to dream in words.
Yesterday
afternoon I ate two
chocolate chip cookies,
the straws that broke the camel’s belly,
and now everything is blubber
& stool.
April 11, 2013
Muggletonian Homesick Blues
I have thought more quickly than I can write;
milk monitors;
good brandy & fillet steak;
gargantuan thirst;
the English;
nonsense;
the death of the left;
rain & clutter;
sign on you crazy Diamond;
suffer any wrong that is done to you rather than come here;
the state is an unnecessary evil;
the phones do not work.
March 31, 2013
Miaouw
Easter Sunday:
bright blue,
Lapislazulish,
cold.
Crusty as a dead cat
I crawl and prowl
the Vatican
awaiting a peep at
The Frank One.
Lovely weather for it too:
Rising from the dead
after a day off.
Scoff all eggs
March 19, 2013
pramchair child
Only the Pramchair child remembered
Lord Darren and Grunge ended their hundred year snooze
While the gobsmacked onlookers were mute
The duo dynamic swept through the queues
Wildly pillaging designer training shoes
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The looting and the burning and raze the roof
Spreading to the estates and rich avenues
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
The upside world turned away from lying parvenus
The bounty of a lost and cynical ruse
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
The mob ran off home and hid all the goodies
Ate supper quick and caught the evening news
While the gobsmacked onlookers were vacant
Only the Pramchair child remembered the truth
March 12, 2013
Eeek! A Giraffe
Six!
Meandering, lost in lowland dank, warm and cold, smells of fresh wet cotton, rotting mud and musk. Slithery bank, drips from the willow. Slip purry do dah! Nearly lost it there. Up and lever and the flat. Through the overhanging and the corners a goal post, the rail on the footbridge. Walking the dog: Where is the dog?
‘weirooweet!’
Thunder tread and rustle and
‘harghahahharhgh’
It’s me!
October 12, 2012
Poetic Champions Decompose
She Sings Good
Way downstream in
Sleeping Waters rise
Spring tides surge.
How very dare I meet her now,
brave the dangerous voyage?
The grass lies down in the valley below
Where milk cows ominous sit.
After hands work scripts that never end
Dawn to dusk when the cuckoo spits
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