Quashed Tomato
Unreal night
blood damp black
on sun-drenched grass.
No buttercups grow in
Iguana hours: stone dead cicadas
Pop! One more skin shed.
For sale:
A cider press;
Zealous owner.
Time thwitels away,
stops some clocks,
breaks all rocks.
Under moon
The garden blooms.
Thwarts & All.
Grimbeau 