Reverie
Ponder
Lost orange months,
Gone like quicksilver fish,
Their trails, fading, once were fragrant
And purple
Grimbeau
Scroodles
September 22, 2013
Clowns
At the jukebox
With a timid demeanour
Behind purple drapes
They, with needles and pins,
Listen to Sontag
September 22, 2013
Jitterbugs
On the blue rock
Of a lapus lazuli
Under western skies
We, our feet caked with soot,
Dance like idiots
September 22, 2013
Harlequin
here
is a stillborn,
grey still, day:
a
day to
get lost on the wing.
shivering
in
cold sog:
awaiting
a
long hot shower:
four hours
dreaming
steaming
September 22, 2013
Whistles
Glisten
Sheer sparkling wit,
wild infant crazy hopes,
whose voices, too true, call to us all
like spooks
Grimbeau 