Grimbeau

…that grease-monkey over there,

clad in a voluminous grey migraine of a kaftan,

smells incoming rain, she

watches the rosewood barometer plummet

from minds-eye.

Two cups: dark, bog green and light duck egg blue –

call it grey if you will. Look upon the too pink wall!

A violet pyggy bank, dark pastel blue lagoon.

Dylan: fat sporting unselfconscious Woodbine,

older and hooked now, Larne shed dweller;

‘..in the town of New Haven’… Morrison mugshot postcard;

Milligan Sieg-Heiling traffic Hitler.

Curling at the edges coloured

photocopy of dog-eared Ulysses.

Wailing was the morning

wall of lost projections.