Night of flaky news
No sleep till Becks & Brooklyn
Every Time you say Goodbye
Seems like a nice lad
Despite appearances
To the contrary
Nero’s turn swift to burning
effigies swing on lamp posts
hard earned reputations
dangle on fraid knots
fickle fate fingers famous
fake news fallacies…
fcuk well off back
whence from where you came
flashpoints of fiction
far flung Phillipic
Gloom hawks fulminate
squawking health iniquities
preaching avoidance
stretching gruff luck
fortifying condolence
munching prescription vittles
condemning bad violence
falsifying falsified
circumstantial evidence,
smiling as they chill—
chronic condition grows worse
suitably abject, scathing:
Acting out the old soldier
routine again then are we
watching souls swim by
in mute glassy repartee?
Only in short bursts these days
Can see no future in it
Let the dud bury the dud
Off upstairs for a good stretch
Let out for bad behaviour
roam glum rollin’ hills
& Tassies of Cnoc an Iuir
Grimbeau 