Giblets at Pyre

by grimbeau

 

 

We’ll begin at midnight
When you have time you have liberty

Apollinaire

 

Noon & Nixpence

Meagre sleep

in tranceful, graceles woe,

pursued by evil minded lambs,

surrounded by the hurt and hapless.

 

These things I sink below,

subsumed in dread.

This is the blue blue blues:

heavy fug,

turn world upside down,

shake it down.

 

dandruff and wonga sprinkle

earth skin, cluster and choke.

Bad air day.

Solace: not alone.

United we sit,

divided we lie.