Go Buddy

by grimbeau

Early lunch, no breakfast today.

Liver and bacon,

opaque oil wet onions,

a small wedge of pear,

and the bloody celts

all over the telly:

golden smelly barbars,

firewheels of dire consequence,

cold spaghetti carbonara,

topped off with the chief kulak’s scalp.


Going for a swim under the ice,

feeling the brill krill electrify my skin

in vast passing shoals.

My life as a camera