The Ashes
The woman at the next table
passed me the ashtray
with a kind and understanding smile.
I poured myself in with gusto.
I do not care for the one
with the mean grimace and fixed gaze.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
April 19, 2015
Thesaurusitis
Bribed my memory
To serve me well for a while
Let’s see what happens
April 19, 2015
The Swim
Refugee bodies
Respectively estimated
Around two hundred
Mass exodus proportions
Rio de Janeiro fishes
Ahead in the polls
Twenty sixteen Olympics
Might be a stinker
Climate change to blame
Too many fish in the sea
Like men
Most worth throwing back
World in terrible chassis
April 19, 2015
The Quandary
Is there fur will, yes or no?
a bald dog hollered.
Finger shows telling
ghoulish tales of reading
after dark descends
the staircase bearing scissors:
The Barber of Free Will
April 19, 2015
Design for Loaf
On days like these…
climb up trees
worship iguana
axolotls go a long way
sometimes wear pyjama
*
Always remember…
The sound is always
preferable to the furies
April 19, 2015
Slumbers
Take it easy my fine fellow.
Let the air breathe you.
Cliché-ville in two hours!
Originality
requires effort not force,
focus not hocus pocus.
Step outside your omphalos, Carlos.
See the world as same as us.
Grimbeau 