Grimbeau

Sucked away prodigously
since first light broke icy dark
Tried very hard to punt
A Third Humanism–

No one seems much interested
So I left dystopia
Had cosmetic surgery
Convalesced on Crimson Strand

Found this grain of sand
in elastic rubber dunes
–longshore tobacco drifter
just struck it lucky I guess

Right place: right time malarkey
It just ain’t cooking—too cold
Here in half-baked Alaska
All is about food & syntax

Craving precious indigo
Giotto grumbles
Pulverises Nigella seeds
Burnt brown coffee kills

Telly Savalas licked me
soppy sloppy seducer–
Who loves ya baby?