Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: Literature

Quickies

 

 

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Shadows juggling

in quick suns

adumbrate

potentates

and

pomegranates

we speak

lushly

amongst

dour

selves

Waters Took

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Moodpainter…

Stitched up

like a kipper.

Slow train fuming.

Touch light blue paper.

Electric smoke smell.

Flicker.

Glimpse candle

spunk in shade.

Dragonfly and scallion:

Pork medallion.

Bang.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Is that you?

No.

Knobsides?

Not got any.

Stuck then.

Coalholed in one.

Albatross

humming like a hawser

In a fall squall

Care

 

Wheel

Chair,

egg,

inward bound.

Shit shower splashes

x3DE0NTdumb legs,

crud roars, goes mad.

Phew!

Many are called…

Sure up these walls.

Warm and cosy.

The Daily Nostrum.

 

 

 

Devotion

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What does this building want?

Man stands in hallway.

Homburged.

Astrakhanned.

Light comes in

red, yellow, blue

distending oblongs

via semi-circular

stained, coloured panes.

Man sees the house is

chairless, tableless, rugless.

The building needs filling,

that’s what’s do be done

First things first.

Open the door:

leave it that way.

Kali Says

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On the lawn, undone,

watching silver radio,

listening to brazen daisies cackle,

Kali, crouched on her fold-up canvass throne,

above her subjects clamouring for crumbs,

sibilates: ‘Am I loathsome tonight?’

Sunday Worship

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Post pinball full English:

Bratwurst, sautéed tatties, eggs

Fried smoked bacon slices

Baked beans and love apples.

There was also buttered toast

Father, son, and holy ghost.

Ludo

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We are Minotaur

In our labyrinths

All sublime

All divine

 

The Zest Fest

scrapbook

Get this thrill

Be no martyr

No Sidhartha

Spill no beans

Midsommer

Green scene

Thunder peel

Fitzcaraldo

gadd

Lunchtime.

Chilly when the sun goes plug

Ate bits of last night.

Took my drugs.

Green Cold Amber.

Sun in and out.

Epiphany!

Garden excursion with coffee and cheroot.

Stare at puffy blue song swan vistas.

Make an inventory!

A gossamer feather, white as the lamb;

a cutting crowded rusty burner

(By-law say no burning till seven

on dint of death by fire; A plethora of flies.

Cut my Leg? Crimson Orinoco.

The expedition returns to base.

Bloodied but unbruised.

Normal

Orestes kills

Clytemnestra

In Slumberland:

A mattress Ide.

Blue Mother’s Day feral. Woe ensues.

Laughbarrel!

Better the tranquillity of pulchritude.

Takes your mind of things.

Truth beauty. Beauty truth. That kinda thing.

Turn of the heel. Waft of sublime stardust.

Whiff it. Insuckle. Yellow ether self.

Full as life. Teeming. Oceanically.

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