Nicey-Nicey
Donut talk juss eat
Said bulging face
Illuminating
My face with spit
Sure I butted him
Split the orange
Like two thumbs do
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Donut talk juss eat
Said bulging face
Illuminating
My face with spit
Sure I butted him
Split the orange
Like two thumbs do
Gone grey clippers
Tea time approaches
Sound wind & horn
A perceivable absence
No shape, no form
An afternoon
Obedient.
A struggling writer: a writer struggling;
a beaten brow: a brow beaten.
Quandaries. Sundries. Tuesdays.
Sunday’s Just like Monday’s is…
let’s call it straight, Joey
(not that old crap again!)
you gave me a one way ticket to Pookaville!
Palokaville…
urghh, don’t interject, I was emoting.
Yea sure you was.
On the waterfront there ain’t no latrine duty.
Cryptic as McGillicuddy,
Manhattan wept, just like Jesus did.
…lead Speckled Hen, brain a grain, fleck a cur…
An iota insightful, just a jot, a dot:
a wimple blip, a new black spot got.
Ceramics dynamic, silica majolica,
cilia and sillier, glass beads rattle
porcelain cattle, free mantle peace,
Cape Codology,
crystal mistral Bristol…
Eluard was once
Grinkel;
Wayne once was
Morrison,
and Wayne
became
Jayne.
Wistful, windless, desultory:
frugal, fawn, beige, puce _
Elvis has left the building
Pulling a fast one again
~
Half-six on the dot:
doors slam, off to the coast,
Bodies glide on the high tide,
rolling away to chilling gyres
~
tussles and rubs
from jetsam and kelp,
nibbled by gulls
eschewed by sussed brill
~
Grimbeau 