Wind has gotten up,
must have overslept.
On the coals up north all night if you ask me:
stopping trains;
leaving bad leaves on the lines,
causing hazards,
hazards strewing huge bleak,
Elkless causeways.
Whistling down closes, windswept
cloisters, alleys and avenues,
soft, flyblown parades and promenades.
The North and the people are tough, soft things.
They can take it, like cockneys in the Blitz
or Peter Sarstedt in empty Biarritz.
Long plunge for bad hands;
flannel jowl and fronds;
Swift wash of forearms,
elbows, knees and thigh fronts.
A modest film of moisture cream daubed
then smoothed on outbursts, blotches, and salt crust.
Prevent cure.
Cure prevention.
Prevention does not cure.
Cold yucca on blasted rock red sill.
Wiping is fuss.
Pain bothers self and others.
Even the vermillion, coral soap opal
hides in aniseed shades, sandal wood fumes.
We shout in whispers
like cisterns filling:
shy sirens shrieking.
What is to do today, to what end?
Option plop is number one.
Option fresh coffee is an ambition.
Option edit does me credit.
Other options are optional.
Rabbits and Guinea fowl
Smiley too will play a part.
Frost becomes Frimaire
Handless in daylight,
dumbed up,
heavy eyed,
slumped posturelessly:
Thinking crafting…
Dreams all smoke and needles.
Warm hot drink in the dark of dawn.
Pink blue grey shadow:
dark orange glow of cold red brick.
Opposite
Car crusted:
Sea salt white sand on metal green frozen kelp.
Neat work by near clear
night.
Tongue twisted morning garglers
dash the mirror. Cough &
splutter.
Showers follow borne
by
Wind from a cold place
Grimbeau 