Doing the Right Thingies
sheep
dipping
is wasted on
dipped
sheep.
Ron Fuschias
Grimbeau
Scroodles
January 20, 2015
An Hour Glass
Just
as she opened
the gifts
Time went
Whistling
Trill
Lilts and Airs
Tingling
Fingering
Sneaking
previews – a scented
Complimentary
Card read:
‘Be not hurt by these
small tokens. Love
Jocasta.’
She
Convulsed
With warm lament
for one hour
summer’s
nitrous
salt rain
subsumed
in silence.
January 20, 2015
Grike Water
Some primitive chanting
Lightens my day
Considerably
January 20, 2015
Fluke Skellington
Three approaches
The day’s ebb
The ebb of day
Could rest
my head
Go to bed
Writing about the agonies
Of others is a tad
Arrogant
Anyway I do…
No I will continue
Wracking
Corpuscle & Sinew
Come, come
That’s laying
It
On a bit lavish.
Like an old church
On a
Skellig
Singing
to
The Sky Light
January 20, 2015
Your Emanence
Summoned by Ma Bell’s
voicemail.
The Judge is ill
till next Tuesday.
Keep pecker aloft, one counsels:
Assume gung-ho veneer;
Lacquer stiff upper quiff.
Tally-Ho
Outside is frozen angelica tundra.
Sun glints melt lucky buds. A hedge is
Razed.
How I love the smell of napalm of a morning…
Grimbeau 