Grimbeau

Stop making scents,

tincture your sphincter with

perfidious salve,

snort pulverised juniper,

sweat quinine ampules…

another one soon

stifled in shallow,

lifeless cant.

Too late for love,

like the vestibule

catastrophe nook.

A broken swan

negotiating

burning boats,

safe in a synthesized,

furless chrysalis.