Grimbeau

‘Moby ducked & Just

wrote the time down in time

when all of a sudden:

“Lo!

thar she blows…”

rang out from above.

Spout hole

fluke splash

sink hole –

portentous omens souls gripped

in awesome jawdrop horrors

of the deep

snide sarcastic seas…’

eight bells alarum

wardrobe beats foaming pints of ale

down the old pub dancing hornpipes

Call me Junkmail,

San Pandemonium,

Tizzmania

former Devil’s Islander

sporting mucho kidney

Savonarola casserole

burnt at the stake before the

rain put out the Bonfire

of Profanities

Just  his fucking shitty luck