Incubus Nouveau
Splurge urge, soggy gourd
Mulch and pulp, squash
Tomato, windy beans shrivel,
Drenched, trembling, gusts
Thus love came stealing
In sable, lunar night.
Grimbeau
Scroodles
March 30, 2017
Spring Back…Fall Forward
I
am It
Impossible to
Live without
So are you
From time to time
frequently
More not
Than often
You hate to
feel like this
about us,
particularly
when we just
Sit doing thinks
Our dead eyes
staring out scarecrows
watching birds fly painted
frozen page
aware
big ideas
swiftly disperse
wonderstuffs
