The Compleat Works of Grimbeau
by grimbeau
#1
What kind of fuel are you?
Wind, she replied,
What about you?
Paper
#2
When do they beguine
The beguine?
After the
…
#3
The night had
A thousand
Eyes
Ouch!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine
#4
Nights in White Satin:
Freezin’
#5
Young and green
Only seventeen
okra
#6
Who let the dogs out?
Who let them
in?
#7
And now
The end
Is
Here
Grimbeau 
Once again, I love this one.
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Thanks Claudia. nearly called it ‘The Seven Ages of Man’. What d’you think?
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I think you did, except that you made it even more specific – yourself. That’s how I read it, actually, though not thinking the Seven Ages reference – that it illustrated different phases of you. I like the specificity because it suggests both a certain person and also a more general idea, but I don’t think it works the same way in reverse with the other title.
I read this back and I say, this lady is incoherent, but she’s trying hard. I hope it makes a bit of sense. I really liked this poem.
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Thanks for that. Good Luck
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Reblogged this on Grimbeau.
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