Grimbeau

The doggy few air the southern mist lands…

Some slept through till daylight coloured the drapes

Grey Pink.

Warm still, fuggy, muggy, stuffy, musty

Climate.

Through slate grey light I fly safe, glide slow up

To here,

The bureau of dreams, absorbing the news,

Sneeze wildly, snuffle, drip, and wet wipe off.

Excess.