Grimbeau

Friday, February 15, 2013

08:19

Touched by a film of frost, the chill cascades

Waspishly from the fanlight that squirts

Little nips of morning, bikini weather.

Motor neuronal city of women

Fret more about how they look than fish do.

Pastel shy-blue, sky-blue exacts beige cloud

Twenty eight thousand miles out there, just now

A space boulder passed over my shoulder

Like one care.