Grimbeau

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Anchor cleaning: orders of the day.

Not too windy to drift.

Up after dog watch thinking on the charts.

Took a row across the harbour.

Thought about the little snob I was; how I hated them,

not for what they were,

but what they had to become…

Oedipus was a rich kid, so was Little Hans.

Give them a chance not a choice, a chance to be like you, boss?

No thanks, I couldn’t handle it.

Not this way.

I drift…

…away off down to the cabin is where I drift

to and thereafter, the galley for thick, honey porridge,

with rustic ripped banana hunks and chocolate in stick and heart form.

Feeling a queer unease I patient on the thick, night green socks, intake a Handel

organ frill, damn the rococo, and headaloft thinking gothic tea cozies, shaking violently with warps,

sucking crumbs of welshcake from the hidden gulleys…

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Raspberry Ripple

 

Good golly dropsy

ice wet lollypop
collywobbles of rebel-rebels 

spoils it for each 
& everynun


Bloody raspberry ripples
how so they wibble-wobble
pink syrup slurpers
 
alchemised greaved cnemis 
don a sock on it, Slobbochops

conceal your root extensions good or malign
will you?
restrict  sticky trickledown mishap


silence is molten
& like ice & fire

it burps

 

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