Attempts to engage
& inspire provide
Mere, cheap free
fatuous masonry
to bolster up
& elaborate her
Forty fictions;
So, off he traipsed,
hill sheep sullen
to wattle
& daub the beehive
against the elements;
Brittle bricks
& poor mortar
for fear’s shiftless,
feckless gaol:
Self.
I give up &
concern myselves
otherwise.
In confluence,
separation lies.
Shitting
your boxers
first thing
throws One
right off
One’s stride
I see you
angry and puny:
Cursefully,
tearfully,
damning your lot,
as you scoop it
sensibly
like a grown-up
from the kitchen sink
and fetch it with aplomb
to the awkward
jakes
for final
Absolution
droll nodes
brood
rude
colours:
pastel dragons
come from
melted crayon
puddles
sizzling bacon
takes the air,
makes it purr
like a pillow
we swallow
eating
our words
like gruel
Stiffening breeze, yew spangle,
Forsythia: magic citrus mirror
Makes sharp shrift
misty sun smiles
like an aged, kind,
two-faced familiar,
clearly warming to its task, aware:
Not long before this hemisphere
is done with for another year.
Grimbeau 