Grimbeau

Stories swim amorphous, like Chagall sprites:

teasing & taunting, winding me rightup,

shitty harpies, chicken livers, shit lilies,

pallet knife smears, chaff and ribwort, fly blight,

wormcast, hot iron in the hole.

Answer: stop poetising, not everything.

Opaque craving: not waving, just raving.

Lunchlines. Lasagne to go; no salad leaves!

All are suspects. Whatdunnit? Poison milk,

Croak & Crosswell. Condensed gift:

dilute & quaff off this myrtle quoit.

Late, great Spooner. Leave oxtail by town drain.

Quit the spritz, Turd policeman.

Bottom inspectors of the world: ignite!

Social lurkers, shadow shams. Now you see:

Now! You donut. Dream of scrumptiousness,

crack of doom. Dunderhead heard: Thunderbird said:

“Five minutes & we’re almost there.”