Grimbeau

Scroodles

Bystanders

Damaged goods lie on a kitchen table in a house in Donetsk, Ukraine

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.

 

Absolution

 

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

 

 

Rasher Baps

Piet

 

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

Restful Laters

firefold

 

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.

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