Grimbeau

Graffiti scrawled on outhouse
wall reads encrypted hogwash
post-traumatic non
compost heapos coins
the passer by leaning over
sideways sucking on a thumb,
doodling on mad scribblepad,
critiquing spondylitis,
resurrecting monomyths of
last year’s potatoes, shrivelled
up like bollocks after nights
of desperation…weeping
silently over shadows

Who that there they say
-thought that dead or done away?
Beloved beloved
Come back to smote your
beaten heart like drum
machine turned up to plenty
on the Rickenbacker Scale
of enough is not enough
Black Sabbath just passed over
Until the next time
I remain yours and
truly Paranoid….