Grimbeau

Lanolin folded cream

Rolled ploughed furrowed

Clouded brow field

Sky blue food dye filling,

one indigo dropped in a sea

of sky goes miles

Insuck ouch

It bites that wind

Just looking at it

Seated by a throbbing rad

Savaging a trembling bramble leaf

Petrifying a bare twig

Starching stiff the black tent top

And fruity pastel bin and body bags

The fat drawers and winding sheets

Creaking next door’s line