Grimbeau

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Tag: Magic Realism

Take Funf

joyce

 

On a stick

An ashplant

We all rest a while

With a smile

And some guile

‘bout the road before

Think a while

For a while

When our mind

Has gone

Faraway

Countrymile

We may smile

 

The Ashes

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The woman at the next table

passed me the ashtray

with a kind and understanding smile.

I poured myself in with gusto.

I do not care for the one

with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.

 

 

 

 

 

Elvis

 

 

legume

stinks putrefacted

wasted generations follow

anything but

worse

Wystopian Largo

 

 

378-934xSeems I showered

(man those pantiles!)

took some

sun and wine

(yellows and reds)

and

barbiturates

(mostly verbal & cryptic):

I am not

dead.

 

 

*

By fact of matter

Strangely alive

Like primroses

In debris

Or

Farts

In

Trances

 

Hi Noon

Sue, Grabbit, & Run

 

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Twists of fate desert cactus

Unkind nonsenses

 

Shakespeare & Co.

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I say I fancy

seeing a play close up

no proscenium mummery

raw like panto

shakespeare’s good

actors love doing it

playing those parts that only

some reach and that

don’t mean Lear, Othello and stuff

just good antonios and nightwatchers

she went to the crapper

never came back

was it something I said?

Towel!

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The simple life is true,

startling obvious

The morning is grey, flawless

My wine soused refugee uniform

Is folded neatly on the pine chair

My eyes are borrowed by cynics

Europe is collapsed

Yes, it’s war…zzzzz

 

*

Some somnambulists

shopsoiled

scuffed up bad

stagger back

somatex trends on tablet

mauve is the new grey

fluttering joggings, dry leaves,

silent violet slumber

for the wicked

 

*

On the Box

elegance and decadence

whispered septic tittering

Polly sipping gin through sock

mockery is old hat now non-u

empathy pulls on a rage of folly

anxious barking yells offstage

its Nigella training

loud loquacious luminaries

call us to come heel

 

*

in the ditch voices motley say

plain as pike staff this

the boss aint

got no threads on

bare as the day

he got born

shouting out orders

to us illiterates

in greek

in latin

unknown tongues

calling

though the know it not

for removal by we

babbling horde

 

 

The Gustings

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Hullabalulu

Barrage of bad quest spuns

Medium message yawn

Law of open tuna tea

Food bankruptcy pleads bailout

Hell yes I’m funny as fuck!

Lillibulero

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light shows up

(quarter to five, half-moon)

Last week it blocked the sun.

Look at it now – pathetique

so they say: they say a lot.

Hector, lecture, subliminate

like snicks, little nicks, chance contacts

Ooshhzzschsss,uhurghiss:

grass blade cuts

wince you sizzle

Pursed lemon juiceface

Sharp Vinegar does  it too.

Oh! Don’t…cruel to be

Sometimes just pain spit then you get it.

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Especially hardbacks

Sharper guillotines

They say a lot. They say a lot.

Cutting things. who’s next?

that’s the rub, there you are,

Likens to one big tombola

Well random spinning

tube trap door

pink scrumbled chitties churned

Just reach in

bobs your uncle bob.

Hands knees &

Booms a daisy.

Silly really.

Hissziss…

Hils

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Hilary Clinton

drops by suppertime

tinned sardines on toast

Masterchef:

Ivor Cutler bangs one out…

women of the world take over

if you do not the world will

come to an end

 it will not

take long…

 

‘You guys!’

she

chuckles

‘We make

love

&

peace’

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