Shooting
Icepick slick stiletto
shatters third eye
Bless you Doc
Now I can see
what I am told to
like Buzz, Merle and Greta.
Camera can pan close slow
zoom cut action wrap
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Grimbeau
Scroodles
Tag: Poem
December 6, 2014
Mews
In
Seamless
Sleep
I saw you
Gallivanting
A
Sumptuous
Blaze
consumed me
Juvenating
the wake
December 2, 2014
The Pitfalls of Autonomy
Tuned in, turned off, turned on, turned up, turned puce…
Mother Goose, Aladdin, and Buttons
glaring at me like thunder.
`Prey, what ails thou Panto-types?` I seasonalled.
`A flagrant breach of protocol, that’s what!’ said Goose, irate, pacing.
`Cinders is a tard! Whittington’s a dachshund! The ugly sisters are ants! Need I continue?` Buttons stormed with absurd pomp.
‘My lamp is empty.` Aladdin wailed.
`I do not see what it has to do with me.` I said with modesty and aplomb.
`Just typical,’ Goose tutted, `will no one take responsibility ?`
…
Luck to get out of their alive,
I tell you, slipped out
when the Bovril lady came,
via the sink, town drain,
and Alaskan tundra to here.
Thumbnail One:
`The Twiglet and Cheeseball.`
November 28, 2014
Syntax
Light, rare light
Occurs
Blurs
Dreyfuss
Like
November 28, 2014
Snitch
Up at the crack of doom and so it pours,
acrid quicklime, gregarious sash window,
drone buzz, sable confetti, nasal toot,
sootfall, gasp, volume, mass. What folly, what
pulchritude, what bafflement. Life was a
giant veiny nose, a red herring, a
wanton flop. So be it. Que Sera, Sera.
Horace Day, Matt Busby, James `The Fact` Durante…
pock dugout, dabbed down and dusted copious
cloud of potassium permanganate,
spotlighted by Lazarus, light reveals
white head and lost tribe of Erin: Quilty’s Pals.
November 26, 2014
Celeste regressed…
Stop making scents,
tincture your sphincter with
perfidious salve,
snort pulverised juniper,
sweat quinine ampules…
another one soon
stifled in shallow,
lifeless cant.
Too late for love,
like the vestibule
catastrophe nook.
A broken swan
negotiating
burning boats,
safe in a synthesized,
furless chrysalis.
November 25, 2014
jute fruit (polka)
To dotage an
antidote:
threat & hope
weave and knit
a knot
night of dark
sun
measly done
think if you
fit in to fit
pre-shrunk
siege modality,
a beige mentality
the new banality –
Temporality
November 24, 2014
Nip
chill,
wet first frost
rest thin little
finger on a pin,
four wet angels
shimmer
in
salt
spill
November 21, 2014
Seeing Things
kept from the saddle by sleep and cider,
nestled in this cluttered room, this dimlit
hibernation station, wallow fallow in
the gathered gloom, the afternoon moon
this is the time for those who dream in daytime,
those who gather and hunt, those who like me
watch from windows, making shade from shadow,
form from substance, the things that dreams are made on.
November 20, 2014
Scrumpled
Food and sleeep…plenty sheep,
mission creep, wake in heap,
hot as hades, full of faeces,
dogs got scabies, I got rabies,
woke up screaming,
toxic dreaming,
brutal creaming,
search for meaning,
diagnosis,
clear neurosis
Grimbeau 