The Daily Grind

by grimbeau


I rose and chose a coffee

from the selection of available

water based liquids.

With this I had a cigarette,

which I made myself:

harvesting, drying, processing leaf,

pulping paper in a big blue pail,

extracting gas from the bio mass

and flattening it to the required

denir aboard my

miniature steam roller.

An exhaustive process

often interrupted by the need

to release toxic waste

from the tee-pee


On arrival upstairs in my lift

the day was revealed as misty

and the streets sweat wet.

I dropped my lighter on the floor and left it,

vowing to retrieve it later

with my extended manual claw

that hangs from the hospital bed.

A cursory take on the news

clarified the extent of yesterday’s huge explosion in China.

Jim Al Kalili showed me around Sellafield

nuclear reprocessing plant and availed me of a

brief history of nuclear energy.

He looks very like a frog

I was intimate with once

during Thermidore