Bills and banks bob up
blankly blinklessly
Ghoulishly gawping,
gazing, and grinning
Sink back, you wish, but
they are sure anchored
(remotely controlled
hydraulic timer)
until you will dive in
sever the drogue cord.
Then watch them drift away
out of sight but never mind.
Resent, trust’s wounded beast, lives deep, a profound
scar rifts its nook. Odd weather rouses it:
mood clouds,
orangeade, golden maned breeze, late day sun
knowing in corn grove by stile, John Lee Hooker,
and screams
outside the sky blue window last Friday.
Hurt’s old pals, bacillus and succubus,
they thrive on bad blood, consecrate murder,
and relish the thrill of momentary gore.
Quick, the black and white machete swoops,
You see silhouetted antennae;
open, indigo renaissance skies,
crowds flood through crooked pervious walls,
or melt away down through cleft gloss cobbles.
Grimbeau 