Grimbeau

Five, ten to…

Poetry Please!

The sky darker,

rain and nightfall,

alone all day,

from others apart.

Do I want to see a picture of your  brother’s damaged face?

No need to ask.

Friday’s rice and chicken stew is had,

now it  sits on

three bags of crisps,

one ready salted (red),

the other cheese & onion (blue),

and a banana.

I have a funny taste in my mouth,

not bawking,

just savoury

salt belly draft.

Tomorrow a friend will find out how much

left foot he has, well, left.

Afghanistan beat Bangladesh at cribbage.

Gave up on Vertigo and came up here to die.

Another victory for common sense.

Failed again.