Miss Sunshine Jars 2016
Miss
happen hours stop
ruination gadgetries grunt
corporate ‘Hello’s…’
lazy sulky cuss scowls
retreats into the glasshouse
fuck bureaucracy
people who live in such places
best not throw crap Sunshine Jars
Grimbeau
Scroodles
October 1, 2016
October 1, 2016
Next One, Please!
Out of my brain at
Five fifteen
The dreaded words slide
Out:
‘Why not stick on the
Downton Abbey Finale?’
As soon
As they slipped from my mouth
A mighty echo
Expanded to explosion
And with a drawl portended
‘Surely, this Soap was
the
Soap
Of God’
End
Of Empire
October 1, 2016
duskwood
curl girl walnut whirl cuddle warm worn moleskin dust small brown colloquy agoraphobes file worn out mawkish marquetry thimbles full of radium deep pockets glow
October 1, 2016
cuckoo spittle
unclear mass clarified mud
transcendental hygenics
blue clay ruminant
imagine monstrous cynics
smirking beyond truculence
water butts loiter in appropriate
twin set pearls one drops
wonder tears stand closed
still further notice
Grimbeau 