Grimbeau

Scribbles

Quashed Tomato

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Unreal night

blood damp black

on sun-drenched  grass.

No buttercups grow in

Iguana hours: stone dead cicadas

Pop! One more skin shed.

For sale:

A cider press;

Zealous owner.

 

Time thwitels away,

stops some clocks,

breaks all rocks.

Under moon

The garden blooms.

Thwarts & All.

A Beast

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Starving

savaged anchovy,

ravaged dry

baguette,

tore off a sockful,

wrapped up shredded limb

 

A bloodless coup d’ pan complete…

till later:

 

Part-sated, basking in its modest cranny,

the predator lowers, rests ruminant,

still wanting, just waiting, inhaling, whittling.

…it ain’t no sin

The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg

 

The deep, odd, shock of it hit me in the sun

On the shed path, marooned on a concrete crack

Freed up took in the scene, shocked, turned;

Trundled, older, balder, back up the ramp

Freewheeled, calmer, silent, down the ramp

Came to rest beside the stable table,

Tossed my hair (singular) in the blue breeze

And wiped the puss from Barney’s weeping souls.

The moo-cows are gone home to roast

No more mutinous idiots barge in

Decide to play this game of life to win

Sanguine Time

Bin Dong

The first of the few,

the last of the many,

the next or

the runner-up,

the second last bar none

the rising of the moon

at the setting of the sun

under cypress shadows

wise chrysanthemum

 

 

Sunday Drivers

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Freaks out,

Cauli’s out early

too,

much ado

about garden,

inside

Chopin mazurks

On a croissant

Something lurks above

A dove with a glove

A weasel with an easel

In the murk…

 

Whispers

A defecating sperm whale off the coast of Sri Lanka.

the whisper of the sea

around the balustrade

the whistle of the sea

cast me in this mystery?

this is the

start of history

a whisper of the sea,

around the balustrade.

 

A Flea

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Melancholy

Flea

Melancholy

Knee,

Woe is me,

Anatomy

Giant flea,

Hook

Swatted whopper,

splattered it,

squashed it

on

scruff, ruff

with my giant thumb,

shadow of its former self,

a bloody, sticky mess.

 

 

Cake House Rules

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Find a strange land,

concrete, not a fancy,

Not a nation,

 

Nor a state or both,

where confusion breeds

dissemblance and misery.

 

A realm glimpsed,

enjoyed only without torment,

or opposing the beast.

 

Secure and safe, warm and dry,

without fear or favour.

Impossible! That can never be.

 

Whorled walnut tree

Makes the sticks

The brickburner supplies the bricks.

 

Top Hat!

Zog

Al Boley

fills gas

lamp mantle

a tin, eerie

bacolite mantle,

Woodbine romance

Shall we dance?

 

Syncopated Agatha;

Anglepoise, equipose,

Lachrymose quaques.

 

Crackle and ivory,

drum brush, Dapper Dan,

tuxedo, savoy, suave, class, pure class, lush…

 

rubber corsets on flaccid flappers,

inner tube condoms,

PJ Perelman, art deco, echo chamber

commemorations, abdications, league of nations,

pylon poets, silver screens, Teruel,

Abyssinia, King Zog, King Kong,

concierge, demi-urge, debutantes, ants-in-pants…

 

Popular Fronts, Fascist Cunts, Micky Mouse,

The uniformed doorman at the Picture House

Primo Carnero, Bonnie, Clyde, Lassie

Armstrong Siddeley, broken chassis

Spikes, louses, blouses, dames in trousers

 

Pathe  Newsreels, nudists, sandalled Buddhists,

Caddying for Tony Locke, spats, Schneider Trophy

No nightingales in Berkeley Square, just martingales,

 

 

 

 

 

Swamp Song

 

Untitled

 

…hear road spray surge

Saturday morning shipping

muggy, sticky, sweaty,

laurel oil shining

 

yellow, yellow flower,

slug and nomad,

fennel sags and drips,

splashing,

 

plushing the petrichor,

boney, stony, earthly delight

sigh and swoon

Sun and Moon

The Bagpiper

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He piped the music slow, careful.

Buzzing,

buzz, buzz, buzz

 

Not on my nose!

Don’t land…

 

Too late.

 

Freeze, Mr. Piper, or the nose gets it.

 

Sweatbeads: adrenalin: tremble.

 

Try a blow? Little up draught.

Macroscopia.

Make small big.

Blow responsibly.

 

Music is oozing from the nozzle,

mauve music magma.

Blow now!

Blew

 

Sting, recoil,

drop music funnel

notes splatter cake.

Eyes flood

Half blind.

Grab, miss, panic

cake on floor…

 

…nose throbs, cross eyes

purple lump.

 

Buzz gone, job done,

fact of life

 

 

 

 

 

Silence of the Hens

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Clouds bed

down easy

The chooks

make hush,

 

Throttled,

twoggled:

 

Nessum

Dorma

Chicken

Korma

Giblets at Pyre

 

 

We’ll begin at midnight
When you have time you have liberty

Apollinaire

 

Noon & Nixpence

Meagre sleep

in tranceful, graceles woe,

pursued by evil minded lambs,

surrounded by the hurt and hapless.

 

These things I sink below,

subsumed in dread.

This is the blue blue blues:

heavy fug,

turn world upside down,

shake it down.

 

dandruff and wonga sprinkle

earth skin, cluster and choke.

Bad air day.

Solace: not alone.

United we sit,

divided we lie.

 

 

nightwood

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Clouds sure foreground

Dark and light:

Everchanging

 

Outwith night

Enabled, moonless

Mountebanks

 

Sticklers, wreckers, hoods

Eat bread & drip

Dry

 

 

 

…turn over an old leaf

 

two rooms and garden

A good evening

all in all.

Neither short

nor tall.

Just right.

Like

Spaniel ears

Or

Tapwater

 

 

 

The Beach Boys

Fuzzer

 

Just picture

Over there

 

In that corner

A grand piano

 

Made of Blood

Fresh Olive

 

Slaughtered

Beachboys

Loophole

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Surly, vexed, mumbling, bumbling,

swallowing down bile and spleen

a small bird hops past on the sill!

 

A fair coin tossed.

Whist!

A farced chant, grumbling like an alp.

 

Shannon mare dream

Shrill oboe scream:

Hector! Hold your horses.

 

The kettle’s finished boiling.

The past will someday

be the same again.

Alfresco

neale one

 

Let us

Lay.

Is Samarkand

Pink Samarkand

Under those dishes?

 

There!

I see

golden onion domes,

rippled & various,

Serrate deep blue.

 

Above

Kites float

perusing plump shrew

on perfect thermals,

circling empty biplanes

Nanette

 

portrait of a Sicilian girl

She

Yellow

Cowled,  pock-marked

Pale chuff faced,

Sidles,

Stumbles

Ghostly

Inside Chapel Cell,

Her Holy hidey-hole,

Up the duff,

recently gin & needled

 

She

dropped like a sock,

and in that drop got

relegated,

denigrated,

emasculated from Herstory,

babeless scrawl on nameless wall.

No net

you see:

no more net

Nanette.

Great White Pass On By

plunge

Shoulder roller

Savonarola

swimming backwards

In shirt infested waters.

Pause for Jaws:

Basking post-prandial,

Replete of:

Bellyful of Quint,

skinny dipper,

Stray Daytripper,

clumsy nipper.

My luck is in!

Time to try

Some butterfly

 

 

Escape Velocity

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The power set at constant max

Mind’s Eye emerges from start surge to

pure pace

 

A golden arrow flashes darting past.

Lee J Cobb. Wrong Cobb. Donald?

No, that was Campbell.

 

Google it, live & learn.

Pull the search engine up,

load it with a boulder, wind it up, and release.

 

Downwind we hear

no screams or impact

As if it never happened

 

Jesters at Vespers

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After Sylvester evensong, Loyola piped up:

‘Out with the Pianola!’

And

(As Nasturtiums have for donkey’s years)

We were ready to kick out the jambs

The Easter Lambs & heaven could wait a quarter

Priscilla the Pig, our Abbot, dressed as Emile Zola

Got the  ball rolling with the much lauded Tombola.

 

A fine thing, like some tradition,

The Tombola of the Tropaeolum:

 

We put our Bull into a hat

Pull out the winner

And a new year

Doctrine is chosen

A fresh true rumour

To add to the credo

This is followed by

A game of sardines

An eternal favourite

 

 

 

Factory Records

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I

have neither direct pictorial

nor documentary evidence for it,

my first quarter on earth,

except

what those directly involved have told me,

confirmed by their satellites.

 

All a bit vague if you think about it

 

The first thought is adoption,

the second hospital error,

third,

unwanted from a relative or neighbour;

alien invasion,

Son of God,

& Timewarps

follow once you start.

(At least it was not Shandy Hall and its annoying horology).

 

I

did see my mum from time to time

in her incubated space.

She smiled from hollow cheeks

fought the maggots eating the belly wound

from where I had been sprung.

 

My dad was shy and did not get pushy

about seeing me till things calmed down a bit.

He did not pick me up and rock me till we got home:

After he did I never cried again, it is said.

 

Bear Dreams

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Slumbered awhile,

Wee sunny spell,

Sleepy glimpse

 

Tucked up flurry

eider-down duvet,

Mink stole furor.

 

Purr as a bear purrs.

Growl meets rumble:

 

Grumbles

Rum Bellows

Pelaton!

A woman crossing a stile after the flooding in the Thames Valley, December 1915

 

Galactic dawn,

wet as water:

Ponds ’r’ Us!

Like a mucky duck

the weatherman

walks on warm, thin ice,

looking up anxiously

 

Sees

serene green scene

creams obscene

at tulips pouting,

kind epileptic fish,

sanguine potholed saucepans

latterday Saturday vertebrae.

Endless list: catalyst.

 

We swoon,

shrug it off,

embrace

&

turnover leaves

 

 

 

 

Truth

Head of

Head of

The essential difficulty with Mssr Grimbeau’s

pomes is  that they are crap & drivel

 

Clap-clap!

 

self-knowledge is

a wonderful thing.

A Bird: tender & anxious

 

you-small

 

Soft…

What light

Through yonder

Window breaks?

 

Ssssh!

 

Merely

A wayward

Cormorant

 

Called Deirdre

 

Or so I heard

 

 

 

Angleterre

 

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When I once sat upon a bench

I felt that I was almost French

Byrdsongs

Talk is Buses:

Pubic transport

Greenline fine?

Not grotesque

But Divine

 

Spudmark

Qualm

hatstan

Freaky vibes, cold, shivery.

On the brightest day it gets dark,

extreme breeds extreme,

bipolar is not an axis,

no high or low

like prices or buildings,

it is unproscribable.

There are no absolutes

Just givens.

Warmer now.

El Syd

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Mood Impetigo:

Rose petal

Spikenard.

 

Taking Town Drain

Clueless

Bubo Black

Tuba

 

 

Whimball Grooves

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Fresh, smooth,

honey enthrals me

floats me

casts me off .

 

Pork chops, bud planting  proposed:

hope springs eternal.

Farce of habit.

 

No scruples,

too forced lately,

going to work for its ownsake.

 

Leave it to settle, Mr Pushy-Git for

‘You cannot manage

what you cannot measure.’

Love?

10cc…comes in spurts.

Henless heads, dustbin laden.

Pot posits kettle:

‘You are black.’

Read and rest

after aftershocks.

Lux and lug.

Whimball grooves.

 

Write Terse Block

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Stories swim amorphous, like Chagall sprites:

teasing & taunting, winding me rightup,

 

shitty harpies, chicken livers, shit lilies,

pallet knife smears, chaff and ribwort, fly blight,

 

wormcast, hot iron in the hole.

Answer: stop poetising, not everything.

 

Opaque craving: not waving, just raving.

Lunchlines. Lasagne to go; no salad leaves!

 

All are suspects. Whatdunnit? Poison milk,

Croak & Crosswell. Condensed gift:

 

dilute & quaff off this myrtle quoit.

Late, great Spooner. Leave oxtail by town drain.

 

Quit the spritz, Turd policeman.

Bottom inspectors of the world: ignite!

 

Social lurkers, shadow shams. Now you see:

Now! You donut. Dream of scrumptiousness,

 

crack of doom. Dunderhead heard: Thunderbird said:

“Five minutes & we’re almost there.”

 

Slobbo

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the easy way out dogs my every step -

I call it Slobbo.

It is a shadow,

reeks of burgers and pickles,

farts and burps at will,

drinks like a trooper,

smokes like a fish.

 

it is white at night.

it sings, shouts, and staggers then.

 

I watch it from my

silken hammock

fuming

 

 

as i rolled out…

poly

Elegiac:

it rolled out one summer’s morning,

thick roll-up in one hand

tar strong coffee in the other,

halted atop the ramp

to take dappled light

took this picture:

green wheelbarrow homes

old yellow milkcrate

left side of

giant cypress treetrunk;

three paving slabs

lean leftside

propping up three

intact mauve

plastic sacks

(compost) .

Generally the earth is parched grey, arid, and ill lit.

This is a gravelly land, conifers did well here till

the buildings cropped up to replace them.

Down the hill is a loamy valley, which floods a lot.

These were the fields where the villagers

who lived up here in the pinewoods worked.

It is called Clayhill

Twixt Lyre & Letter

homelessman

Equine sequins graze

Argideen banks fresh

lush morning meadow.

Vermin in ermine

once plundered this place.

Streamside reveals

Wild green hair

swims strokes stone,

gravel banks bulge,

hopeless infant meanders

know their destiny:

Aggregate.

Frustrum

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Poor Quemada

Burning down

Torch Armada

Came to town

 

Scorch Dearth

After birth

Of a Nation?

 

Consequential

Conflagration

 

Pondlife

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Up it is:

dithered, dawdled, dallied.

Barnes out: Barnes in.

Door shut and locked.

Took pills,

tectonic shift,

Subterranean Bogseat Blues.

Poohs.

Ah-aarghs.

It’s Alive!

groaning, churning, burning.

Awakenings: pondlife.

Crawling vision.

POV:

Thing gropes

Pathless:

mud, reed, slime, sludge

for warm, dry land.

Slow as a Boa.

Protozoa.

 

Careless Blister

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No more routinely ruptured mornings –

Quite a happy prospect!

‘…Nora seemed dead on leaving.’

Meaning Wot?

Everyone is blessed: half-dressed.

Trussed and preyed on that one for another day.

Tricateurs with Secateurs;

Kiss my anus, Janus;

Facebook guttersnipes,

fishwives swimming in shirk infested waters.

We do not do blood.

Cool Linoleum

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Dog day lies

undisturbed

by passers-by,

thick fur treacle

sweat insists upon

cold cider –

The menthol cheroot cure

Succours

Absolution

 

 

Deuterium Climes

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Rain, sultry rain.

Opaque grapes,

leaden sky fruit,

burst on copious,

oil dark

plush olive,

swooning,

spaded,

luscious leaves.

 

Three chirrup

kaleidoscope toucans

tenderly engage

a dopey puffin then

hunker down within

the livid dense canopy

to share a light

repast of slender wafers

over a convivial round

of knock out whist.

 

Tuesdays,

no matter the weather,

is Housey-Housey,

a rainforest favourite

throughout the ages.

Beastlings from yards

Around always

Attend

 

 

 

WHeel

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I

am

Blessed of

A

Multi-

Personality

Disgorger:

What about you?

 

Mange Tout

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The caliph & the caliphate

Arranged a secret dinner date

Near Toulon, in the south of France

Called ‘Honi soi qui mal y pense.’

Changelings

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Some things

one finds

are too

personal

to put in to words,

or any other form,

they are

incommunicado

and will remain so

until the cows come home

or hell freezes over

 

 

Roman Holiday

A view of the intersection at 5th Avenue and 42nd Street

…And,

on the right

 

The Tarpeian Rock

there,

Romans cast

their

Bankers off

Cinders

 

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Too sad to write,

wash my quill in saline

then candle quash.

Thrift shines,

lights the copper scuttle carving

a giant shadow

on hearth

matter

 

Jasper Bush

garros

Fickle

Shadows

Juggle

quick, startling sun spores

A spook of

Ions

Coalesces

to unveil

Jasper Bush

 

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

Found Myself

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Suddenly alone

Uncluttered

By

Long pig slurry

Just me

And

Pink

Bluebirds

 

 

 

 

 

 

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