by grimbeau


Ratfink fabulists!

His pursed crimson

lips made rainbows

kissed by fresh spring


Another new da Vinci exhibition,

The Last Sipper & other lesser Works,

Same faces, same places

But upside down.

‘Time, dark time,

Flowing by like a river.’

He shivered

Looking in the mirror.

‘How did I come

to give up

canonical grandeur to dally

in such quick-buck pranks…

What the hell am I

doing with

these theatre types,

for Chrissakes?’

Finkfab Ratulists!