…wishing I was the night, I would watch
over you with
a million eyes.
Like the monster cloud made of eyes,
I weep great oceans, and on the beach
bathe
your Tootsies.
You are animal, made of flowers,
And our dream lives
Are rounded by
Wonderstuffs.
Bekka was shocked,
horror stricken
by the gossip
about the tappings.
She was after all
human and while
not a mother
a woman.
So were
Excreta Bourgeois
and Nutella Divan.
Both met a sticky end in cake and catarrh…
black and white bile,
flaccid acid wit,
tweet of brevity,
a probe is announced.
So is all untruth flogged,
like a dead horse.
Grimbeau 