Grimbeau

Please speak ill of me

When I am gone

We can agree on

that at least…

same sarcastic shite

rings in my mind’s crusty ear

at times like this when

flounders mock a flatfish…

imaginary arguments

ring true like now

I blow my mind’s nose

Sempiternally…

Why the ellipses…?

Wring out the paper mawkish

Tears of afternoon

Make the best of shit