Whythee
Waterloo!
In for the afternoon,
like the weather,
shower.
The soul weather
you have,
Punk.
Tinkle,
tinkle
fickle car.
Sometimes
wonder
where you are.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
November 2, 2014
Tenerife? Tenner Each!
eleven thirtyfive in true Brumaire…
clock robbed,
stolen, purloined, swiped
time suspect, rains it pours, but soft!
Yacht through
yonder blue
window breaks plate glass façade: Scrutable,
discernible, mandible, cannibal.
Eating a petit for tea for two or more.
November 2, 2014
Dogfight
Undermined
left laughing girl
fester in hog cabin…
one less to feed?
check for flesh wounds…
none visible,
just a gulf revealed
beneath unravelled
opaque skein.
the geese fly west
for some weather.
Bullied into it
spiteful downtrodden
strike out without
good reason,
no one in their
right mind would,
get what’s coming?
more of the same again,
denudation
and encroachment,
Just marasmus of
body politic,
virgin season
November 2, 2014
Omnes
In the dead of night
the dead of night
take stage
muttering,
omnes, omnes,
omnes…
near streetlights
distil dawn light
crying still
Slow worms
winking
ascend
the
dreamer harbours
demons,
the
demons of
daylight.
Grimbeau 