Query
Something smells
like burnt Mamba.
It must be
Dinner time.
How can you
play the lute
at a time
such as this?
Grimbeau
Scroodles
December 17, 2013
Kinetosis
Two afternoon:
Watched
the last shipwreck.
Those in peril
on TV
Ought to sport
cork vests,
&
Sensible brown shoes
Just in case the wind
gets up
a bit.
December 17, 2013
New Dark Age
Sleep vermillion deep on tilted bed,
blood seeped lush ooze
downslope heading headwards
deflating maculate instep and arch,
ankle, heel, and calf.
Flooded dreams of Fen, Ely, Hereward the Wake.
Airborne screech, bare bummed cackling grimalkin:
surfeit of posset. Traitors lurk amongst
liturgy and reeded, boggy hollow.
The Wash will out the Crown.
Grimbeau 