Grimbeau

Scribbles

Mistah Mulligatawny

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Tobias Lundyford;

purveyor of contraband

snuff & truffles

since 1666

to the discerning hooter

denizens of Snoot & Tootsville

cognoscenti of

TheBlessed Durante

 

So read the swinging legend on the wall 

 Shit rained down in stair rods

that frightful April 

No worries: shit happens, they

just said indoors, just

go about your business,

merrily &  frugally

as appropriate to

presenting circumstances—

keep one aware eye out for

the main chance to flee

as luck must have it one day

when the shitrain stops…

~

The inner tube got calloused,

puffy pink, cheap as chastity,

spiced up since Swithin’s

cruel orange snow fell.

Do not forget the onion

soup recipe for disaster.

Mulligatawny  

The long postponed reunion

with the Gruesome

Toussaint.

 

Small

but perfectly formed

encounter groups collude

Congeal, more like it…

Turn the sausages down

immediately

sense marginal jeopardy.

~

Eerie Syncopation vibes.

GPS was not quite what

it was cracked up to be.

There was a wasp.

Spring had sprung.

The hard work

had just

begun…

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standing outside now, looking up to smile, proof reading a Reparation Tragedy, Daniel winced at the smell of posies, wretched at the stench of death, & vomited at the sight of his beloved being thrown on the fetch cart. Her wasted cadaver unsellable. Even for glue…

 

~

supply, you see, first outstripped, then,swamped demand,

subsequently

the value of lush  duchesses  plummeted

ten percent on the Bourse.

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Daniel formed a robust cone and dabbed the corners of his mouth    

Erasing sour crusty titbits

Experiencing, as he so often did,

A wistful euphoria

Involuntary bursts of bad breath

appease enraged blue tulips

Hope patrols the Plunderworld once more

~

Open an outside window

Collapsed in the street

Subcutaneous mites

Kept observers keen

To soft abstraction

News stand plastic rosebuds

Wilt in microwaves

Cute pot walloping villains

Snigger over cauldrons

Cackle and crackle,

Sticks in a fire

Hiccup and hackle 

Wafts come suddenly

Warm bread rests its

Weary gluten farls

~

Getting pretty for

Mistah Mulligatawny

My fave

By a country mile

Thus finally banishing

Foul Smells of dyspepsia

Back into the sod all of Om

Watching Destry Ride Again

~

Crossroads up ahead

Places where old roads meet new

Sunshine and shadow

Field stream dream meadow willow

Warm bag of sour scented oatmeal

Soothes as April shivers us…

~

Stringless vivacious

kites circle come dusk

Over swaying eucalyptus

Airwaves collude midstream

Raucous flaxen haired

Mop of strange foreboding

Scuffing up kerbless sidewalks

Licking over sick traces

Bitter lemon peel

~

Ginless in Mancunia

Spiceless in Utopia

Piteous hubris

Not a pot to piss in

Squatting in the street

Relief is sublime

Tour de Trance

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No milk

to cry over:

traffic and bollard,

pothole and hedgehog,

flood and folly. All delay delivery.

Try your best without.

Think Wartime,

make and mend,

a stitch in time,

careless talk

costs lives

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Bumblebee

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Unmake me stupid

Lamb-like ineffable

Elephantine sussed

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The Lie of the Land

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Half man: half musket

Was not was

Noisome

Stroke me branches crest the lawn,

Attracting glances beside

the splendiferous alpine experience.

A dog cocks its leg on the ugly plastic herb cover.

The  tiger glows under the daffodil.

Aphids pester gannets

Thrashing in mild dark.

Slow is what it is.

The cream is questionable,

but I have no fear

cautiously prizing the lid

finding caramel and semen.

The red rubber band

on the pastry

turned blue in the freezer.

I leave the door open

to help it find room temperature.

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Troll Patrol

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Vigilante bands roam

Just lookin’ for some

Combing the land

Fine of tooth,

Grey of suit

Brain in hand

They are all in this together

Birds of a feather muck together

So the slogan goes

Creeping round

on tippy-toes

just like Savile

soon unravel

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Jaquaranda Swoon Time

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starling minus star

german minus car

homuncular mamba

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trireme quillabamba

lamb passanda

calls Miranda

crazed veranda

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Bangers in th’oven

Eleven o’clock pronto.

Football crowd chants:

He’ll shoot, he’ll score, he’ll eat your

Labrador, bloke next door, bloke next door.’

~

Sausage sandwich assembled

fearlessly sampled.

Zingy tabasco gobsmack.

Vogeltop bowerbirds strut their stuff.

Lovenest blueprints scrutinised.

~

Unique seduction points include:

iridescent spiders,

chocolate slugs, ant crispies,

seven flugelhorns,

zinc embossed en suite

~

Chamber Music hall;

silent moviedrome quintet;

playing incidentally framing caption

awestruck terpsichordal disbelief.

An Enlightened harpsichord.

~

Greasepaint mascara yard brush.

After birth oven nation.

Cod fish sauce soused

In Tin foil enveloped

Satisfaction guaranteed.

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Sockless in Gaza

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Her feeble

Patience

exhausted if

Glenn Ulf & the Moon Brethren

who tampered with

the Relic

Sock.

~

Dismayed

but unruffled

went she

stepping

gingerly

~

on skin

& snow

flakes,

& found

oxygen

consoles

her soul

cruet of heaven,

crooning grace

‘…need me till I want no more.’

Bliss

after Evensong

she

reposed

immersed in

quilted peachy luxus

idly flicking through

‘Lego, Fretwork,

and

Micky Mouse Ballrooms’

edited by

Blitz Furls,

Fred McGod,

and Paul de Koch

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Captain Splash!

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In the dead of night,

This time of year

Destiny has gone

Rhapsody is here

Melody always is

Singing like an angel

Because she is an Angel

Harmony’s a banshee

This time of year,

In the dead of night,

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Quivers

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‘Sewer grapes, capers, tourque armada…’

Will the din ever cease, what for a moments peace!

Giblets & Ghibellines, a splurge of ante-pastor.

Parricidal, opus deified, maple turnovers,

old sage oakum, and mudlark, turdal

tidal thames, sloops in misty river,

Quiver.

An assignation in Flandirge Veal.

 Conspiracy with merge derby, whispers and flies.

 Glue the tumbril to the blade.

A deal is made, we swell at dawn to Deptford Dock.

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Majesty

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She walks in duty

Carmelite

Breaking wind

When no one else is there

Just like the queen does

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Tarn Dinghy

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Sleepy John Sideways

leftsides, cocooned, pilled,

double egged, buttered, toasted

snoods with paddies, void of form,

contactless, warmgloved, burbling

fungus imp blooms via

lenseless nosepinchers,

splatburst on malmet axminster,

pile or wanton called by siren

earthpull bells.

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Mugg

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Mugg, the failed suicide, is escorted
to her coiffeur for a ruffle & snip,
natters, buns, and Tizer too.
She is weak of leg and mind, partakes
of unlethal foodstuffs;

prawn cocktail sausages,
bananas in anchovy sauce,that kind of thing.

When she insults the trees they turn away
knowingly, to whisper disapproval
to the concubine breeze.

Sympathy is like gas
and tears:
a finite
commodity.

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21st Century Hands Tied Man

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Contagious creed

outrageous seed,

litigious nuns

religious guns,

Canon fodder law,

martial copper law,

common senseless law…

Runaway, runaway, runaway

To where, to where, to where?

Have a week in Mozambique;

worry sheep in Martinique;

act suspicious in Mauritius;

bake Alaska in Madagascar..

Chuck the world in a bucket,

drop it in the wishing well

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Pull no river, push no punch…

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So, nine to fervour underway

Make a list in mind,

A must not

To do list,

So, no list

Empty list.

Instead,

Go flowing with Brenda,

tickle salmon,

provoke Diogenes

&

smile at Joni Mitchell

floating down moon rivers

on a carousel of time

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Airs & Greys

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Tonnes
Of Sonnets,
One net son,
Stone nots,

Nests,
Onset tones,
Snot.
Soft font

Toff
Notes
On
Foxes
Sent
Off

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# Ate Dream

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Cheroot smoke

plumes and wisps

Effigy, Eulogy, Ecstasy…

Bingo!

In Thames Ditton

A drowned kitten

In your own backyard.

Smartphone spews

Headjuice on Muesli.

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I: Scream Man…

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Child ran out

excited with lolly, hit by car,

did not see, did not look,

hit and run,

ambulance,

call the cops…

…blood on road, rage and blame,

no punters,

don’t push it,

show respect,

after all,

under the circumstances,

no you don’t!

Just keep stumm,

play doggo, wait for cops,

not my day, never is,

seventeen nineties, fourteen nines…

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Brad the Impaler

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Faron Young

Paling to significance,

Brad the Impaler, a pied butcher bird,

whistles a chirpy tune

(Imagine, if you will,

a melodic baritone

bicycle here)

and skewers a shrew for the barbie.

Life read and heard in tooth and claw,

one sighs through clenched teeth.

‘This is all the weather you get,

so you’d best enjoy it…Grrghh!’

says a balaclavad scimitar weatherman.

I will, I will!

Promise I will, croons Brad.

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nightwood

Incubus Nouveau

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Visog

Splurge urge, soggy gourd

Mulch and pulp, squash

Tomato, windy beans shrivel,

Drenched, trembling, gusts

Thus love came stealing

In sable, lunar night.

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Enshroudment lifts space waste face
consumptives wake up grasping
fog obscures year’s end
taking one more day
as it were for granted

hamstrung formless fug
contrives a list worth forgetting
muttering snidely:
auctions speak louder than words
citing crumbling masonry
fast ebbing sands of time
drawing inevitable
conclusions on the seawall

Soft! A milkman clinks
Stumbles through the gloop fetching
discounted chocolates all
the way from bonkers Belgium
and bumper size toilet rolls
meticulously trialed on
pliant Labrador puppies
in magnolia kennels

cute revelations
disguised as migraines
prance on stem cell floors
tinsel blubs a fond farewell
to European Europa

1.1.2017 – A
Sunday (as it happens)
Timidly in new boots & scanties
Checking through messages
Lost in spacey time
Pull blinds back…one two three cars
Unusual: three suspect pallets
at non-conformist corner:
head jack-knifed on thin ice
black hole spilt its load
All is quiet on New Year’s Day
Repeats on me like
Suspect holy mackerel
Wished some cousin a happy birthday
Instead of New Year
Onset doolally
Or transubstantiation?
The clue lies in the carpet—
Cleopatra is wrapped up
If not quite with it
Still beggars can’t be choosers
& Donald where’s your trousers?
The wind blows high blows low
Over hollow land
Silly Land

Winter showers
Daylight hours
Few & far between
Fear no fear
Brand new year
Cloudy muddy scene

Chrimbo limbo days
Wasteland flyaways
Mellow month away
From St. Bridget’s Day

After showers
Lamplight hours
Near and close between
Far off spring
Bluebell ring
Rowdy crowded dream

Monday, 02 January 2017
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Hanging on the wall
Still life crow reservation
Clambering for attention
Ascending F6

Nothing better to do
Fifty eighth birthday climb
Panoramic view
Bewilderment as far as
Cloud cover permits
The eye to wonder

This advantage point
Affords no contradiction
Crazy hawks circle
Contemplating Toblerones
Fraught with anticipation
oozing saliva

Eschatology dribbles
Drips from slow airliners
Replicate drizzle
Reichenbach or Angel Falls
Smatters not to I & i
Over the rainbow

Worldly Weirdo Maps
Corpulent regent’s belly
Full of wind & piss
Town & Vandal Planning Act
Gargantuan appetite
Slimmer of the Year
Just resist everything
Butt redemption
Handy disapproval
pricks your inner ear
False conch shell less
Previous tenant—
A mongoose called Fred
Swapped strange towns for elephants
& monopods for dogmen—
Many unhappy returns
To Serenity & Beyond…

Home on Derange

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Bay mare breeder, electric ether, head crazed

by on goings, sore to touch, touchily.

Tetchy little englander brought down to size

Colour, gender of choice, within boundless

Law: The Right of Light.

Torches rally, burn the beast, cauterize the earth.

Escalation, destination desolation:

regard slow time; report the truth; received

communication distorts, parts words apart.

Depart!

Darwin’s social agents popped in for a peep,

Pick up old confetti, soaping soft,

the right boys to do a boy’s job. Inside

a cringe (a swallowed outburst still emits gas)

and a barbed stiletto of rebuke.

They and I are hamstrung by pace, them too

much, me too little. Who is piggy in the middle?

The I of the storm The individual…

The news is abroad, I wish it well on

its journey to ignorance, words are so cheap

They are Free

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Shane Finn

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Elfden

Chumpden

Chookslayer

writhes about

In fresh turdies,

guffawing tiglets,

splurging glurb,

drooging knucklers,

whenxe

a seizure to indulgest

a zit of DIY Greco-Roman

unter den perchway

to sepulchritude.

‘Is this the way

to get a mush kiss,

standing here still

pulling my penis?’ He snoods

toothe fladgey gorlslush

whooob gawbs a goober, hollowring:

‘Ingorge anti-intoxicants for it

forthwith & pulverise the amoeba-3

out of the armadillo, Pillow!’

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The Invisible Sixth

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Traffic trumps ethics clucks…reads titbits, attending to gnomes & druids

Swaggering ivory clouds puff hard on dragon’s toothy briary pipes…

Milton sweats in fetters, Blake O’Blumenthal grasps a nettle.

Blake’n’Pinball—Marriage of Heaven and Hell

All time top score!

~

Mummblings inner cavernous sports hall near Hemel Hempstead

Mystical masterpieces melt…and why knitty-knot?

Kind hearted adulterous rage

burning Incandescently

Go follow your bliss—mental composer!

~

Clay, Ameline…who are you kidding, Bud?

Lazy putz, busking it, busking it sloppily

It is not writing, is it? It is, it is

Just not as we know it, Radar

Smoked salmon oily rags, avocado fingers

house radish sauce & instant

flash green brain salad sandwich

scourge my philistine god

Afternoon preoccupied

Chewing on it

Repenting at leisure—

In the belly of the fishmonger

Monsters! All shapes & sizes

Variety of small grain boxes

‘what d’you want today?’

The invisible sixth one

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Normality

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Windblown half-moon running

chickens chased by scattered twigs,

flyblown choc bar wrappers dervish,

two taciturn Masai, a large yellow balloon,

Bladerunner and a pride of moles: rural quiet is resumed.

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Tearsday Song

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That sweet Blossom, Tearsday,

loved all things

Petunia,

Luxuriating

there whenever Chance permitted.

Chance was a creature of habit,

smiled on Tearsday three times

on Thursday mornings

between Shipping Forecasts.

Gerald the Burn-Out

dwelt in anti-cyclones,

and traipsed in murk and squall.

A most unlikely couple: Which they weren’t.

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Phlogiston

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Sun inside, sun outside, hens free.

It’s quarter to three: to my right is a hyacinth blue hyacinth,

elsewhere a dove coos.

Why no workies?

Smirkies, shirkies, quirkies…

Focal plane down the drain.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

2

Woke on the water, choir in the sky.

Lost habit, out of the swing.

Naked apeshit visit.

Longers.

Two two two will not do: simply nots.

Time not spent at it.

Pomes and yarns roam and darn days, nights, hours and showers: eats, drinks, & sleeps. That’s the trick, Mick.

Here’s a right one.

Duck!

Crystal was shattered. Ratty Vanfrau was at the ablates again. Queer going altogether. Formegandros was a right old wrench to leave. Never spurn a taverna. Still tempers fugit…

            `His head’s gone.` observed the rookie.

            ‘Tis the time of year for it.’ said the chainsaw massacre cast.

            ‘Not that bloody rubbish again.’ Cried the…

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Stucco

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265-courtauld

So right on

Bump and grind.

Sweat & simper.

Pass the crimper,

Adrienne, got a right one ear.

Scissor schwesters steeling snippers.

Castration: a Tomean’s rite to shoes.

Sweetbreads and old heads tail the culprit,

The lactiferous Mrs Vase. Yes, shedunnit.

With the wimple in the temple,

aided and abetted by Drudge, the Sphincter.

A distincter demon was there not.

This side of Hieronymus Dosh

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The Pitfalls of Cartography

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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.`

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The Die is Cast Off

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Benn

…aside from scrub

scatted Street Legal,

flew solo around

the warm grey upstairs

spreading love

and affection with

my every breath.

I had a pony:

its name was Lucifer…

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Panoptica

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What a slothful Tom!

Skinless dirigible on asphalt deck.

Clavicle take off and  soft landing.

Clankety-clunk,

Junk or dhobi?

Heinz number nine,

Rubi one Kenobi; ibis eons, zweye,

in the house: dry. Sontag afternun.

sister lulu, father zulu…

A marriage made in heaven. Bless’em.

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Bother!

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The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg

Missed that bit,

now lost my thread correcting it – blithe spirit indeed!

Blind panic panda at the door popped in for bamboo shoots and leaves.

Then

back to Ma Jong and the tiling mosaic that

I am trying to sort in my spare time.

Gobsin calls with silly boy tales, same every year.

Not in the mood for Drood just now

and

should be showered, instead I have a luminescent crimson bear become,

wrapped up for the incoming and the outgoing.

Waiting calmly, apprehendlessly.

Quick brown lazy jump over sly fox.

Needing a feeding

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Dudlines

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Dobedobedo…monster of deception,

keeper of the tricks, yield to my oeuvre.

Eggs and interruption beckon,

Douched ruched taffeta kneepads;

the end is listless, granite dust dry sponges,

hard as cold toast, brieze block lites whey

like cranberries in wensleydale – yuk!

Auto-dramaturgy allergy attack.

DNP (for it is):

Quickly! The screeds are coming for dinner!

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March Winds Blow…

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…gusts come nine

whipping up trouble

cleansing spray

smutty windfall kindling rots

turning into shapes of things

sculptable ductile moss rusted

garlic wheel track

grooving carving up

green hill faraway

without dread City Hall

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Bingo!

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Yes, why not indeed

Have a wee toddle,

a wibbly-wobble

down the mazy lane,

plunge bracken scrub,

scrump wild fruit groves,

traverse the waterfall,

crawl gasping up arid scree,

clasp hard the giant beanstalk,

peruse the pristine chili pot,

achieve the cavernous outhouse,

home to venerable shallots,

gargantuan sardonic rats,

cold war veterans,

the battered legless Chippendale,

and Billy Smart’s

unfoldable deckchairs

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Emancipated

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Wild pure violet

Mocks chaotic undergrowth

Softens jaded knaves

Makes blind rambling fools

Cease galloping delusion

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Shadow Wrestling

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Words can

not describe

Quite what it feels like

on those occasions

When you’re lost for words

But do

not worry

it’s

not a problem

as long as you know

what it is

that you mean

Does it?

Yes

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‘Tiddle-ee-om-pomp-om!’

Hi

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Panto tuna lute

open gee gnomic

ale eminent tory heir gone

tomorrow sorrow scars

Desultory smoulder

Pine cones gloaming wormcast

Seashell hermit crabs

Grumble gruesome gulls gambol

Shirtless maggots candy floss

straw fedora hats

Buttons elopes with Blue moon

Sickert sicks up cockles

Muscles lifts bar belles

St. Trinian’s run riot

Beside the seaside

Beside the sea

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Sweet Home

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Most every dusk

I am obliged

To check

the lobster pots

fourteen crooked

steps

(there are rusted

Wobbly rails)

Most nights zilch

However

Sometimes

In the lapping

Crouched desperate

Grey as granite

In favoured splash

One is caught,

Trapped

In time by tide

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Trial by Ordeal

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Love trains leave by night

How swift desire passes

in this Wistful age of steam

Ecstasy clouds good judgement

All’s unfair in love

We are all war Criminals

Awaiting trial by peer

Group hysteria

Tread wary hunted Minotaur

Now standing on Platform Four

A seagull bound to tell lies

Omniscient eye seas lullaby

Modus Vivendi

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The day turns

on

fifteen minutes

will he or will she not come?

I have  unlocked the door,

fetched out the crap,

brought in the milk.

It is very windy and

the sky threatens rain.

Things that deter unnecessary travel.

Four minutes to eleven.

Looks like a no show.

Make alternative arrangements.

Change tack.

Map out a new course.

A new modus vivendi.

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would Theda Bara

grace fake tiara

 inviolate star

of Cleopatra?

Jaquaranda Swoon Time

monday

starling minus star

german minus car

homuncular mamba

quinquireme  nirvana

trireme quillabamba

lamb passanda

calls Miranda

crazed veranda

Bunfight at the KO Canal

homelessman

High Tabasco noon

Welcomes you to Sausageworld

Run through piquant jungles

Scallions feed stallions

Runyon peels an onion

Lacrymoniously

Bewailing Mahogany

Metempsychosis

Eve

The temptation to waffle about memories is maple syrup,

something about marked cards, that sort of gooey stuff.

& The very thought of getting into that is just plain

toxic.

Not that I am denying it,

you understand

I just don’t want

to go through all of that.

here and now is where it’s never at.

So, here it is.

Plaintive baroque trumpet sighs

Fanfare, mazurka, and microwave tympani.

Brief running tap crescendo. Mug clunk, bottle top slide.

Faraway, out of sight, a libation is incubating.

The soft clock needs a pacemaker.

Something black is scraped.

A dog crunches twiglets.

 

the  spray distorted blowing of a nose.

A strong clunk of mug.

An awakening.

Something ominous issues from the brass section.

The clock temporarily revives.

An unclear, disembodied voice rings

& reads out an address and claims

that now we have Tchaikovsky for company…

Coughs from above.

An ailing whaling gull?

Creation elation eschews

a humming loo,

Five short bursts enough

precision bombing.

Second wave,

chalk comes up.

The ball was in, man!

Did Fiona Fail?

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Quidnuncs flaidh cheoil:

how’s your ole terror feyther?

Still on the run in Spain?

And your mother, don’t you love her,

the twisted sister of Cain.

And you, you monster,

a towering babble of lardo

thinking we’re lesser devos,

are you well in this world,

did you churl of curling

or gainsay Brian Boru?

The Pitfalls of Autonomy

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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.`

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Dhowling#1

Sockless in Gaza

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Her feeble

Patience

exhausted if

Glenn Ulf & the Moon Brethren

who tampered with

the Relic

Sock.

~

Dismayed

but unruffled

went she

stepping

gingerly

~

on skin

& snow

flakes,

& found

oxygen

consoles

her soul

 

cruet of heaven,

crooning grace

‘…need me till I want no more.’

Bliss

after Evensong

she

reposed

immersed in

quilted peachy luxus

idly flicking through

‘Lego, Fretwork,

and

Micky Mouse Ballrooms’

edited by

Blitz Furls,

Fred McGod,

and Paul de Koch

Trial by Ordeal

Grimbeau

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Love trains leave by night

How swift desire passes

in this Wistful age of steam

Ecstasy clouds good judgement

All’s unfair in love

We are all war Criminals

Awaiting trial by peer

Group hysteria

Tread wary hunted Minotaur

Now standing on Platform Four

A seagull bound to tell lies

Omniscient eye seas lullaby

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Bunfight at the KO Canal

Grimbeau

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High Tabasco noon

Welcomes you to Sausageworld

Run through piquant jungles

Scallions feed stallions

Runyon peels an onion

Lacrymoniously

Bewailing Mahogany

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