Grimbeau

Scribbles

impertinence

KingKongWindow

nostrils alert to

sniffable rain on the breeze,

heed telltale droplets

weeping on open fan window,

overnight shower

easily deduced to tears:

all other alternatives

seem a bit too far-fetched:

water sprinklers in February,

titans caught short

on early morning rampage,

and that old chestnut,

jet aircraft toilets.

Pound Shop

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Jimson plant querent

mowing Messerschmitt gurners

inverted looking glass…

After promenading a huge

chunk of cool daytime

Quasimodo sits

seeks  quiet fulfillment.

A washing machine

churns clogs, dog stuff & doormats.

The time is three twenty three.

World turned back to front.

The shelves are empty of cans –

Must go plunder

The Pound Shop

Sea

barfag

Sea I said

idly

pointing

over the point

that bit of

Sea

Yea sea so

Sea!

Yeah, yeah…

Please do not get het up,

Sounding like a Gatling Gun.

Quite naturally

I conjectures that i

Touched a raw nerve

Next One, Please!

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Out of my brain at

Five fifteen

The dreaded words slide

Out:

‘Why not stick on the

Downton Abbey Finale?’

As soon

As they slipped from my mouth

A mighty echo

Expanded to explosion

And with a drawl portended

‘Surely, this Soap was

the

Soap

Of God’

End

Of Empire

if the cap fits…

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fear not nobody

hone your bullshit detector

do your very worst

small print

alter ego FG

yesterday’s ramblings lost

callous wanton sacrifice

push of  a button

so in the blink of an eye

small print woeful whoopsies

slip inconspicuously

away among classifieds

hatches matches

dispatches

bought & sold

& lost & found

A View from the Fridge

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Watch the ersatz light

Reflecting starboard

Honour bound to succour

Day becoming night

Faff with naff gadgets

Eschewing tuna mayo

Dreaming high seas calabrese

Gong

faulk

We got twelve torsos

day tolling primrose and gold.

Syrup drips contemptuous

Nectar wrecking slurp insists.

No showers today so far.

Slowly feeling slow.

Chaotic anger.

Syrup drips voluptuous.

A barmy marches elsewhere

Looking for vittles

The Big Wind

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Eleven arrives

Eva’s picking up gusto

showers and shopping

remember Clonakilty

in nineteen ninety seven?

Wire

Gonzo

punctuation gets

in the way too much colon

all the best full stop

A Winsome Whimsy

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All quiet on the

scribbling front,

cherooted in wonder

floorboards creak above

light tricks liven up febrile

bare naked bean canes

~

what winsome whimsy

quick licks of the trite

scowling fluffers

scud fast west

~

Joy seeing

reflections

panoptical enigmas

puzzle the puggled

bemuse the amused

 

 

Bladderwrack

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cruel futility of effort

melancholy’s phantom

time to take a break

~

Cue

zither music

tiny disappearing dots

Swiss cuckoo clocks

effluent societies

lone riders of Santé Fe

~

Old

bog road to Mandalay.

dreamt of coming back to life

back from Drood mundanity

deadlines lost horizons

rainy days and ghost

days squirm and wriggle

take the easier option

put in the long wee small hours

making books and pomes

~

The

chair is on a journey.

You are only taking a ride.

Is this place here new

Or queerly fictive dreaming?

Where’s the dialogue

The chitter-chatter

The nitter-natter

The ranter- banter

The toing and the froing.

The ebb and the flow?

~

I

see a sea bird

on a seaside shore

black gull or dodo

stone faced pelican

stood still synoptic

sinister profile

unblinking

binocular.

~

White

and blue grey clay.

the beach is low long light sand.

I am in the sea.

the water is warm lukewarm.

lapping idly on the shore.

makes me do discrete

clandestine wee-wees.

~

Feel

that inward glow.

Knowing you’re naughty.

Pissing in the bath.

Yellow water billows gush

swell churn flourishment

spreads out fades to fog

Afterbath

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wind diminishes

lull before Xmas Eva,

background to a halt.

Spanish blood & gold reprise,

armada to civil war

Official Wisdom

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lakes flood again

concise explanation:

precipitation

Timbuktu

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poetry

is

an

absorbing

way to

carry on

a

frustrating

palaver

at

the best

of times

pecu

liar

ly

enjoy

ab

le

mi

asmic

put

res

cence

stag

nant pool

quint

essence

ally

like

omni

buses

it

takes you

places

some

quite

odd

like

Timbuktu

 

Hunt the Humless

 

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Four minutes past late

The long and the short of it…

Cleared out the empties.

Priced up cheapo books for Juul;

Made some fresh coffee;

What’s to do next, Boss?

Review the twelvemonth, Arthur!

The third Afghan War

proved a futile sacrifice

same as the first two

Old top brass eye up the next,

mothers weep for a tearless world,

alcohol poisoning

has doubled, trebled, wobbled

quadrupled…collapsed.

Anything else, Boss?

A hard shoulder to cry on

Ibex Time

ibex

does it make any

difference either way what

appears on this blog

capricorn rises tonight

time to write a goat story

make it feel welcome

Smitten Kitten

 

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Stargazy cow pies

Here comes long night to

Foreshortened solstice day.

Burnham Wood to Dunsinane again.

Escape to wet room while stocks last?

Suck the carpet beat the doormats.

Sock cloth and pastiche.

O my damaged brain!

Wherefore art though cameo?

Keeping down appearances to a bare minimum.

Let it flow, Jojo.

The man is at the chores.

Being the son of a bitch.

Yappy mucky pup.

Hard wired downcast.

Upbeat positivity.

Pass the spare sickbag.

Ash trees on airwaves.

Pictures of kittens

Smitten

Rift

Rivers flow uphill

Taking the easy way out

The unbearable Loch Ness

Of Being timeless

Slip into the same river

Once upon a corrack

Fishing for compliments

Nearly caught a coy carp

Another one that got away

All alone in a cold world

Poor neglected child

Just like all the rest

Just like all the rest

so the river flows

 

Silly Trumpet

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Pylons crave winter

Straddling desolate vistas

Steely conveyors

Nice and gentle girder

Joycean credential

Consequential sentimental

Do the Strander

Smoot

Amyl

Talk is of Kali

Eleven hour candle says nine

Suddenly snuffed it

Solitude is loneliness

Without persistent bullshit

Pests

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In a hurricane lagoon

festooned by small flying things

concerned onlookers

fluster on the windswept beach

call emergency services

in case it’s a grand mal fit.

From Rags to Riches

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Dragged up on the mean

streets of  Much Wenloch, Salop:

orphaned at an early age

& entombed on death row by four

after eating his grandma!

Yes, indeed, Neil Armstrong was

an unlikely candidate

to become the first man

on the moon.

a modest man with a lot to be modest about,

petty criminal with cannibalistic tendencies.

Till fortune propelled him

into a life of

galactic celebrity,

when,

holed up in a shotgun shack after

an abortive raid

on Dade County Police Dept

to release Jim Morrison,

he was abducted by NASA

& sent,

kicking and screaming,

into outer space.

His last words ‘Goldfish Mandelbrot’ are typical of the man:

succinct yet charming,

dark yet illuminating.

We shall never see his like again.

Petrichor

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Nose down.

The Saint woke

nose down in a wood:

in a

a vast, dank wood.

Beeches & brambles.

He got up,

raised a knowing eyebrow,

and licked mulch from his

granite chiselled chin.

Petrichor,

he concluded wryly

Barley Wine & Camembert

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After the angel dust

shaving the tiger proved easier

than Murdoch had thought.

And, as it turned out,

what Chadwick had posited

was later proven true,

it was the skin and not just

the fur that was patterned.

they were all the same

just get over it

Next week a Zebra,

she decided.

‘ The giraffe might prove to be a tall order,’

said the Indian rubber man,

deftly reading her train of thought.

How they chortled

that evening over their

Barley wine and Camembert

This is not Here

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Slow slows slowly halts

sighs resumes forgets restarts

half-heartedly gazes

into empty toxic spaces

once full of hearts and flowers

twilight fading hour

just before three-thirty

worry not your knotty head

the lice who’ve just gone off to bed

won’t surface till eight-thirty

Midnight Lamp

Midnight Lamp

you can’t turn it on

and off like a water tap

or light switch can you

Clemency

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Bleak midwinter light

Flowers bloom trees without leaves

Labile distortions

WB Yeats (1323-1657)

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The Plough &

The Stars in black &

white relief

triumph emphatically

allover my will

sporting slate black uniforms

parading John Ford

paddywhackery.

Some toothless Barry

Fitzgerald

lopsidedlymoustachioed

does unbalanced

convincingly

in tatty old hats

& assists a terrible beauty

down paradise road.

Tim Peake Gagarin

becomes more human traffic.

Good riddance to guinea pigs.

Smiley’s pupils shrank

on witnessing Stanley

Holloway in drag

(Some re-entry queries remain)

Tim Peake Blasts Off

faulk

A three red night sucks

its denouement this morning.

All lights on and doors left causal open.

Perfect funeral weather.

Took the cure but it ain’t got through.

Think I’ll pester F-Bomb in a mo.

Naught doing on

the scribble western front.

Guts gargle in red

wine and ready salted crisps.

Permanent wet dusk.

Mythology

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As constellated

Jason and the Argonauts

pay their usual

Ritual

Xmas visit.

The dog will not drop the stick.

Perhaps upstairs

is the best

Place for me just now.

Either that or a

cross country run in slippers

Shakebog

Pin

Quicksand fast forgets

Little horses riding crops

Phosphorescent hounds

Crystal palaces

skeletal farthingales

cross country runners gum boots

all manner of stuff

Wax Bells

mostile

Glimpse sobriety

Contemplating lunch for brunch.

Boiled beef and parrots.

Overly ambitious

infatuation junkie

craving approval

~

Water drops on thin bare twigs,

silver globules adorn taupe.

Keep on until the

urge to coalesce passes

lazy morning lines

spaghetti conjuntions

El Slobbo

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ablution deadline

makes that curious whooshing

sound as it passes

Something must be done

before I become

a theatre of bacterial

warfare and social pariah

onset catatonic state

no sign of intelligent life:

Please resuscitate.

Sanctuary

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When six comes

round I will shower,

avoiding Pointless Celebrities,

Strictly Come Prancing,

disport my pinball skills,

pray for deliverance,

and listen hard to

Words & Music if

they have not been downsized by

bloody austerity

One Track Mind

hector with thistles

Five

Dark

Winks…

Chronic dependence

Ipso Dipsomania

Ugly lovely noun

Wouldn’t send a dog

out in this weather, would you?

Now that’s a tough one…

Yes, I reckon that you would

Only if you must

You are incorrigible!

Irredeemable

Inveterately

Tractably

Thirsty

Roomination

back 2

Fifteen minutes on

sat broody top the duvet,

hatching awesome eggs…

inscrutable hors d’oeuvre.

Get the lift  down primed to go.

Wash away the evidence.

A gulf of crazed vanished years

Fludd

Fludd

Whether Hitchcock should

have directed Scrooge before

he left Eggland for

Hollyweird to make

Rubicon and cop

an international

trepidation bugs

me fleetingly as

I avoid the shower and

its brutal red sequences.

Yet at some point I must be done,

just not this rosicrucial one

 

Renaissance

 

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‘Just walks around sweating, does nothing but sweat…and fart. Yeah, sweating and farting, and grunting too. Sweats, farts, and grunts. The man is a disgrace!’ raged Nobby, hopping shrewdly on his good foot.

‘What did he ban you for then?’

‘I called him a fat, lazy, turd.’

‘I see.’

And Henry did see. He had discerned a pattern emerging since Nobby offered to stick a hot poker up his arse in July after a lurgy. Quarterly cycles, circadian rhythms, in-growing toenails, attention seeking behaviour, and six pints of Old Tharg each lunchtime had taken their grotesque toll.

‘ I’m going down the Zephyr from here on in.

Henry was confused.

‘You mean the Zodiac?’

‘Yeah. See you Sunday.’

‘Okay, Boss.’

With Flo away and Headcase post-traumatically shocked from a wolfhound goring Henry was all for the quiet life. Summer had been pointless, autumn dormant, and now with winter’s onset Henry was concentrating on his baldness with all his might. If he fretted on it very hard, a hairless Xmas was within his grasp. A once in a lifetime opportunity. The experiments with the uranium earmuffs would have paid off. In the new year he would get a patent via the Godalming Honkers Cult and new vistas would duly open up.

Same Old Malarkey

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-Apart from walk what

would you like to do?

-Dunno, don’t think about that

much these days.

Go out?

Where?

What to do?

I’m skint anyway,

then there’s the weather,

and, to be honest

I’m not much company,

and, repulsive to look at

except in a ghoulish way.

See I’m pretty much

resigned to that these days.

Don’t get me wrong though,

I haven’t given up.

Where there’s life…and all of that.

What about you, what are you up to?

-Cosmic time travel,

the laundry,

a spot of Pilates,

watch some junk on the box,

maybe a spot of bear baiting.

Same old, same old.

Isn’t online shopping a godsend?

The time you save…

-Dunno, don’t do it much these days,

too much damn hassle

and then there’s identity theft,

hacking,

and you don’t know

really see what your getting,

well you can’t can you –

not unless you’re really there,

in the shop or whatever.

-We could go shopping…shop-ping!

-Nah, I hate shopping.

crowds of people.

Bloody people everywhere,

getting in your way,

pushing.

-What about Christmas then?

-Quiet I suppose…

a barren tundra

of dread bleak isolation.

Same old malarkey 

Farce of Habit

Harvey

old habits dye hard

excluding carthusian

that’s easy-peasy

Trumpton Riots

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Green sky thinking

Prevailing Ditherama

Mexican standoff

Stop the world right away

Figure out what’s going on

Stuck in a sand trap

On the dodgy nineteenth hole

Fiddling with your quiff

love the sound of your own voice

No choice is a choice

When Snacks Attack…

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Salt & vinegar

Savoury crisp morning air

Smokey bacon sky

Cheese and onion state of mind

Prawn cocktail optimism

Tardy as Milk

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

Not up to speed yet

Morning enters delicate

Stage left in sackcloth

Overwhelming need for socks

Permanent obliquity

Every breath taken

See a world without hiccups

Fittingly wintry

For the time of year

Eggman

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Didn’t John Lennon

get shot round now?

December…

Feels just about right.

Nineteen eighty what?

Thirty five years ago,

or so,

Swansea,

late slate

afternoon,

around about four.

Got up and switched on the box.

Programme interrupted.

Tchaikovsky piano

concerto repeating, scratched,

the 3rd or 4th.

Man, that was bleak.

Live in one room save on heat.

Never happy, never happy.

Eavesdroppings

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Robinson & Gamp,

Umbrella names –

came

From works of fiction

Defoe & Dickens wrote them

Most respectively

Dear Mr Santa Claus

Stop shoving useless

Information in my headbox.

Mr & Mrs Sophocles

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‘Will that do?’

‘No, it’s wrong’

‘Wrong?’

‘Yes, wrong.’

‘Who says gross moral turpitude is wrong?’

‘People…just people.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that, would I?’

‘Suppose not.’

‘Suppose right.’

Stakeholders Gather

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Arsenic & old lace
Did I say older?
I forget a lot these days
Onset Oldtimer’s
Mindless tedium
Your guess is as good as mine
Xylophones twinkle
Beautiful losers mutter
A man goes apeshit
Puts on a woolly thinking hat
Down to business
A murmur of life & debt
The meeting convenes…

Museum

lit jasmine joss stick

Debussy string quartet plays

adjust thermostat

open fan widows

wine dark dawn begets

clear blue canopy

wondering whether

to talk or not to talk to

fiends & creditors

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Screwballs

 

hand chat

We come of life

We want of death

We come of death

We want of life

~

We come of dark

We want of light

We come of light

We want of dark

~

We come of silence

We want of sound

We come of sound

We want of silence

~

We come of touch

We want of stone

We come of stone

We want of touch

~

We come of mind

We want of heart

We come from heart

We want of mind

~

We come of dumb

We want of deaf

We come of deaf

We want of dumb

~

We come of Ma

We want of Pa

We come of Pa

We want of Ma

~

We come of here

We want of there

We come of there

We want of here

~

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