A polar indifference
To current affairs pervades
This sunny afternoon
Opposites repel invaders
Gadflies waddle through cold custard
Jam dollops smear gleeful
scarlet faced bruised egos
enlighten dictatorships
‘tis an outside day today – green bin
Could bring the ‘contraption’ with
before or after
sausage extravaganza?
There’s a conundrum
Or a paradigm shifting
furniture about again
Bloody paraphernalia
Always in the way of stuff
Mull it over with the Bruce
Went out for a wee-one
Beside the haemorrhage spot
Minus ‘contraption’
Chinooks flying low
Shocking pinko crop-duster
Airborne muckspreader
Spots on our apples
Surprise visitor!
Ginger Rogers fresh from heaven
knock me down with a feather boa
give us a twirl then luv
‘aren’t you going to ask me?’, she said
Ask you what I close upped
Strong silent typography
‘How does it feels to be dead?’
She thinks I’m Peter Fonda
Poor love goddess,
They all go a bit
Sunset Boulevard
I give her my father’s best side
And flash the trademark
well-upholstered teeth
she smiled knowingly
We parted on the best of terms
It had not always
been like that…in fact never
quite like this before
Grimbeau 