Grimbeau

Scroodles

Cider With Nosey

Grimbeau

Spring 2

As

you

walk out

in the garden

assume the olive chair

face the morning sun

mindful of the schism

spend awhile elsewhere

ten provides some clarity

go tear down delapidated

old tired chicken townships

destroy what is not needed

gig for stolen dignity

time to dig down deep

replenish nurture

preserve

grow

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yallowcouth

tundra is the night
orange groves spurn indigo
gormless faces dreft
eyelids held opinions
wretches clutching jubes

Lampblack

No, I don’t want to
talk about the Wrecklings—

let’s just move on
my computer wants
to help me by getting to
know my voice pattern
Isn’t this so exciting!
I get stuck for words &
spontaneously
burst out in schlock applause
dark comedians complain:

stop pulling my fuckin’ leg!

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