Loft Asylum

by grimbeau


Downstairs out in

the muck yard for

sun and goose bumps.

In for scrambled eggs,

extortionate salmon,

and putrid sachet sauce,

pub rockers on the box

awake memories of migraines.

The rugby marathon starts below,

Seek sanctuary. ..

A Flower Tower.

Here Mandy Toxic nasalises,

clacks corset dry chortles,

bad urbane gags tickle

jodral bankers, rugby refugees,

the happy dead.

Friday nights propose

Saturday’s doze.