Grimbeau

Scroodles

Liberty

x3DE0NT

Cold! You fool, sure you are.

It’s the end of January:

Wintertimes…

I was just saying about

cycles of fears,

anxiety’s loops,

good old complexes.

Fairy rings: leaves a message.

 

Crisis, milkman! Dog bolts, Splash.

Dog breaks milk:

‘So very, very, very sorry… Are you OK’

‘Don’t worry…no use crying over it.’

Hahahahahahaha.

The dog has bolted.

Through the fence and near away.

Come and get in.

No!

Gerund One: Desperandum Nil

 

sillhouetees

And so it was below

to early evening telly

and braindeath,

the curtains are drawn,

the room ill lit

by an old standard lamp:

grey ochre and stale air.

 

Wild Arabia, Wild China, Wild West Wind…

Pain, Pus, and Poison.

Appetite lost.

Nearly out of smokes.

A bag of ready salted does.

 

I hang on watching people talking about art:

what’s on, what’s good, what’s what,

and lay down my sword

Til tomorrow