It’s quarter past four…
The last machine is
Nearly done spinning
‘Beware of the hums’
The Ice-cream man Comet
Some shit by Mozart
The day’s getting grey
A white cabbage patch
Butterfly avoids
An insistent barrage
‘The hums are dumb, son’
The difference between inspiration and
desperation is concentration and…shit!
I always drift off when some dictator yaps…
You must choose twixt
enervation and determination,
incantation and renovation…fuck!
Now I’m real, real gone
Weeping crimson tree
faux desert forest : blue crap…
differentiation and elimination…shut up!
You and your nations!
You are my abomination…shit
Now I’m getting doctrination.
After skulling underwater
Tap toe trichology
Set and rinsed
Like biscuits
Already to bake
When I left my trousers
In your heart of hearts
I never expected
Knees as sharp as these
Grimbeau 