Grimbeau

Scroodles

Vigil

you-small

Fuck me, afternoon choir!

Get out and get at it.

Wait…yes, an

Easternwind.

Just clout on.

Naked:

To the truth exposed!

Catch your death

Outside in that.

Stay in, smoke tabs,

keep warm and safe

from the Garden

Midnights.

Smoker’s Neck

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Silence breeds lunchtime.

Tell tale signs:

Blue teeth,

Buboes,

Trombones

fetid Mind-Wort

Hyacynthia…

 

Up in Maine,

we bathe in Clover,

not Butter.

Roadrunner

dancers

Radio Gone,

auto cut-off.

In the Smoke:

Big Matisse

Jazz Gig.

Scissor Sisters

to preside?

Sounds on the Staircase.

Voices without faces.

Cup in the Galley.

Prospect of Coffee

and Perfidy.