Grimbeau

Scroodles

Balls

five wrinkly old balls

i threw into the grinning air’s

odd attachments

(quite some minutes later…)

no!

the have not re-appeared!

well, fancy that,

are you confused!

no!

just a little bemused

as i am attached to them.

now,

there’s a conundrum…

Barge Ride

dense deep seeps weeps peeps…

too early to depart

bright black blood chandelier

crimson prism noon

Bruges’s concubines sallow hush

*

steep stench slime canal wall

struth exploded off the pitch

like cannonballs on mustard

Skidding townwards audible

the gliding ghosts’ dementias