Came across The Book of Sand
beneath ragged jagged edge
buff beige dusty envelopes
(yes, I am a lady of letters)
bright yellow blue black cover
page turner guardian
tiger stares me out,
Aztec Mesmer—stark migraine
must open the window,
sudden urge to air the air
nice icy chill low sun
cold steam chuffs bright misty air
horse nostril ectoplasm
novelty will soon wear off.
Write to ease the passing of time
seems as good a reason
as any I have heard so far…
diluted liquid fear
shy retiring acts of violence
child neglected architects
fabulise rustic cities
serial killer
chainsaw milk vandals
forging lawless frontiers from
farflung sporren lands
they can only kill
you once you can kill yourself
one day at a time
~
too cold to go out
eleven freezes over
bad for tight muscles
limber up indoors instead
slow motion vowel movements
~
Sporting clownish garb
Long legged daddy long legs
spatula juggler
feelgood factory engines
churning waffler in motion
time soars slow below
foundling in feather bucket
crow ravaged thorax
doctor who goes noncing there
on fabulous adventures
british broadcasting
corporate porkies
Grimbeau 