Stumbled, hugged, slurped,
puffed the grizzly, mizzly
still born grim morn
Away with the furies,
the septic harpies,
the skivvying puggled blurb,
the chivvying, nagging
behemoth of claptrap and piffle
squatting in my gnomic canyon.
The limescale crumbles line the mug
The unicorn dismantles the cradle
The dish does away with the spoon.
Everyone chips in when
Push comes to shove
At the heel of the hunt
I sat staring wide awake At a snow white candle on an empty round table Sired for wounding Or so it feels, A beast of field & stream This pelt makes it real: Lank, soaked, maculate creaking, cloying character armour…
A warning! Do not trip On the large smooth shiny spongey granite muffin At the door In the night It slid there whipped cajoled & now wet-nursed by tender urgent scrubber Those same handmaidens who passed on this message: ‘I just curled to say I love you. Skip.’
Grimbeau 