Sick Note
A phone rings,
it is a doctor.
He say:
‘I will be late.’
‘Okay’, I say,
‘so will I’.
We laugh
Out loud:
‘Bye-Bye
Grimbeau
Scroodles
September 22, 2014
Tsunami Skies
giant sink spiders,
who,
like
Andy duFrais,
make
it
via drain,
to bask in cool,
silver basins,
asylums,
and
bathe
again
in
morning
tsunami
skies
September 22, 2014
Spillage
I didn’t
do it
I wasn’t
there.
You
simply,
really must
believe me.
I know,
I know…
The blue blood
on the rug.
The breadknife?
Yes, it’s mine.
The body?
Okay. It’s me.
Now do you
understand?
I am not
Guilty party.
Grimbeau 