Black Sheep
Chill falls fast on fingers,
weighty air,
stark draught,
feet echo shiny,
clicks in corridor.
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Still, stall stiff on collar,
chiding air,
bark wrath,
face grotto slimy,
bricks in cellar door
Grimbeau
Scroodles
February 11, 2015
Bust
Working away at this old stone,
older than you or I,
older than the hills,
the sea,
the sky.
A chip here, a scrape there, turn
it round assisted
by a cast of thousands,
starring Rock
as Itself.
February 11, 2015
The Hidden Perils of the Shallows
once while drowning
sheepishly
in the Black Sea
a big black boat
snook up and jumped
me from behind
after some time I
pulled what of me
was left together
tucked it up safe in
screeds of belly lard.
a rescue party
arrived and asked
me if I’d seen me.
I said a curt yet
polite no and
crawled back ashore.
February 11, 2015
Roxy
Deep dark blue
Indigo Ink
Squids under
Black Seas
She crossed herself
hoping to die
how come she
ended up living
a lie?
A life sentence…
A death sentence…
A syntax of despair…
Quick smart snicker
Polka dot
Gypsy dancer
White skies
Kissed the red earth
Dying to live
Ended up dying
A truth
Grimbeau 