Weepies
you are the only
one in the room who knows what
always ends in tears
Grimbeau
Scroodles
March 5, 2016
Vicarage Tea Party
…it has been said
anxiety & stress
do not rhyme
with oranges
nothing really does
as a matter of fact
stress & anxiety
however rhyme
with dress & propriety
& quite a few other things
actually.
Yes, that is really boring.
More sucks, Vicar?
Yes
March 5, 2016
Virtuous Reality
-Anchor the Spectacle, Mister Hands!
We’re going ashore.
It was too soon.
Hands blushes coyly
Shakin chestnut manacles
Eyes understood fully
Hands encounters disdainful
inscrutable latitudes
Eyes ignoring the growing swarm,
a manic fauve flotilla spewing
onlookers doing selfies.
You just crossed the pacific
in an enamel bathtub.
The age of true sailing is
undead
You are feeling tired
after that,
about an hour
or so was it?
Lost all sense of time
Only for a while
mind you
Only for a while…
~
Some snow,
an afterthought,
soon passes:
a dusting,
a sprinkling
barely even that.
You think one up this time
if your fancy takes you
Grimbeau 